/kəˈlɛktɚ/

I collect faces. I collect wrinkles.

I collect pride. I collect memories.

I collect beauty

from another time & space

I collect strength.

  

 

- From Latin colligere ("to gather together", past participle collectus)

Aesthetics of a Crisis

She cries waves
drinks haze
longs for the stillness
of her shaking legs

The beats on her eyelids
echo the drama
of her 'pardon - pardonne-moi'
'tu n'es pas censée voir ça'

There's a cut on her foot
for the storm has not past
and the quivers tear up 
her skin
on the asphalt

'Take her away please,
can't you see that there's blood?
she shouldn't have to deal with this
i'm the one looking after her'

The machines are beeping now
heart monitor in free fall
'stay with us' they say
but she's already gone

For there is no more breathe
to keep her awake

and all she can hear

are the sirens

sirens

Track #6

'you're already hurt 
i'm scared that if you put 
your trust in me i'll make it worse 
i'll hurt you'

Forget Judy

I didn't forget you Judy.

I just lost you somehow.

Leilah

She writes poems
about my thighs
And the way
she touches them

She's intense
A feminist
Dark hair
Middle East

'I just need an hour' she says
Then calls me a feline

So when she asks me what I want
I tell her
to go down

Her freckles

- © Laura Zalenga

Tu n'es pas belle quand tu pleures

Ce soir Françoise perd goût à la vie.