1959

1959 my father died. he was 29. that year the dalia lama left his country, Tibet, to go and live somewhere else. I thin k it was a place called India ,, where ever that is.

its a strange map to know these crisscrossing passages. lies of bodies.when you fuck someone you dont love. and what sex you are. what body. name place of gender inside the death of your self. the black cone. and soemthing else

' je parle ....'

i dont recall the rest of the lines