2016-06-17

The Right Album
—a poem by TS Hildago

The Right Album

I tore the corners of an envelope
on the day of my childhood
something like exultant
and cathedrals, shields,
even masters in black
came out of it
(and this is something
I do not remember if explained
in TV commercials);
back to soccer:
also glue,
some media star,
the last signings
as a main topic,
as a closure:
a new brush painted suit
and the most expensive by far:
all the time in front of an album:
years, centuries,
a whole morning;
I tore, rimless, exultant,
the corners of an envelope,
after divorce
and a tense wait.


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TS Hildago is a Spanish writer.

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