Exercício 16

DON'T MAKE THINGS UP

Don’t bullshit me. Don’t make things up.

Don’t look me in the eye. Just go.

And spare me your eloquent speeches

and your performative goodbyes. Don’t cause a scene.

Don’t say that you’re sorry, or that it is

what it is: that everything fades;

that the world and time heal all wounds.

I’ll say it again, my love: just go. 

And take whatever you want from 

everything we once imagined we’d share:

the books, the rosewood sculptures,

the records, the portraits, the billiard table. 

Don’t leave an address. Please:

Just go fuck yourself, my love.

Beatriz Urbano