Aphorisms for Bella
A collision is a long percussion.
Scruples spill their curses in the name of the circus.
At the nape of the neck, betrayal
yawns like a royal flush.
Only loneliness nullifies the bedside mementoes.
A clove is barbed because love is a cloven barbarism.
On Christmas Eve even the saddest donkey
will not carry you into a triumph of palms.
The two-tongued translator
often trips on long division.
A long pain gangs and nips;
A short pain spins.