Aren’t we all one head trauma away from him? by Bogdan Dragos

Gobblers / Masticadores // Editores: Manuela Timofte / j re crivello

The soul must know something
that the mind
can’t comprehend

That’s what they said when
they watched him
from afar

He slept under the bridge
at night

During the day
the poor fool sat
by the river banks
and threw stones into the water

All day long

With obsession

And when he’d see no other stones
he’d start crying

Few things are more disturbing
to the ear than
the cries of an adult

He had a family some years ago,
they said

Had a wife and kids

And a job in the mine yonder

Then a boulder fell on his
head one day and
along with his mind
it took everything away from him

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        1. Welp, no one’s life is perfect…
          My girlfriend found a little bottle (250 ml) of whiskey in my room. She hates drinking and alcohol and everything that has to do with it. I can understand that, but what I can’t understand is why she decided to pour the whole bottle on my avocado plant…
          I mean, she could’ve just thrown it in the sink or in the toilet or somewhere. She didn’t have to pour it over my avocado plant in its flowerpot. I waited so many months for that seed to sprout and grow a little tree…
          Oh well, that’s life.

          Anyway, how do you do, Aadya? (^_^)

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