By Jesus Delgadillo
Tears! Tears! Tears!
In the night, in solitude, tears,
On the white tiles dripping, dripping, stuck in, with this duck,
Tears, not a candle lit, all dark and miserable,
Salty tears from the eyes of a distressed head;
O what is that feeling, that odd sensation, with tears?
What lumpy substance is that, soggy, sunken in the tub?
Flowing tears, dripped mucus, sniffles, choked with sorrow;
O Shower, soap, catering with bubbles along the meniscus!
O Despair and troubled stomach, with bubbles—
O angry and starving!
O meal, once hot and ready for me, with a trail of steam, with a desirable scent.
But down under you go, flooded eyes—
O the unloosen’d ocean,
Of tears! tears! tears!
Velocity 
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