this is a blind man’s story
a story not trying to shake you or to seduce you
to answer your need of escaping in another’s shoes

he once led a part of his body to a nice place
something like a beach in the middle of a concrete zone
he let the part sleep until the third morning
and sent the other part looking for water
or for a friend to go swimming with

while sleeping a long tale of crispy noises
surrounded the first part
caressed her feet stopped her eyes from shaking
as the concrete felt like water
and many seemed to jump without having any fun
just for the sake of the space
they could have been the best friends
of the second part
which was very thirsty and numb

trying hard not to wake up at the wrong moment
and lose that sense of responsiveness
the first part imagined a family colors the rush of
driving a car one day
or a smile

the nice place was getting warmer and itchy
so the second part called up on the gods of the moment
as if there were any in this kind of story
not asking them what to do not even how to do it
just so the man wouldn’t forget
where to grow back both parts

for the rest of his life he made shoes many walks
speared the urge to lay down easily