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(image by Lora Palmer)

Essa semana
tem o mesmo gosto ruim

de uma outra, num verão,
quando eu tinha dez anos

e fiquei de castigo 
por ter chutado um garoto

que torceu o meu braço 
enquanto brincávamos

onde sabia que ele sentiria.


This week has the same bitter taste
of another one

in the summer when I was ten
and I was grounded

for kicking a boy who
had hurt me while we were playing

where I knew he would feel it.