Invisible Saints


I can see the faces
of those not supposed
to have them
Eyes move as I
leafhand and sex-
uality is not out
of the question

I believe in eye
Floaters are cursors
directing us
the surface

I can see matter
everything is water
the mist of exhalation
the constant vowel
of now

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About vsvevg

Hi, My name is Abby, my husband Felipe and I are currently living at Rancho Santana, a resort in Nicaragua, facilitating their farm to table concept. My blog VSVEVG(very simple, very easy, very good) has been about life in rural Mexico, but for the time being will be about living in Nicaragua, farm to table, and whatever sundry stories present themselves.

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