Four Rows of Seats
I lay on my back,
stomach an empty
circus tent, stripes and all
Tag: Poetry
Lost on the River
Lost on the River
I.
Hudson, Han, Seine, Mississippi—
river, where are you taking me?
no need to apologize
no need to apologize
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The One Arrested and Later Left at Our Doorstep
The One Arrested and Later Left at Our Doorstep
The missing one is restored to her apparition,
disoriented, oozy-blood,
smelling like a marsh; two days’ve passed
since the protest fired up from the gully to the alcázar.
Handmaid’s Tail
Handmaid’s Tail
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Chromosomes
Chromosomes
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Blazing Hot with Sartre's Last Note
Blazing Hot with Sartre’s Last Note
A prisoner isn’t a man
yawning with teeth painted
by decayed food eaten to live;
a prisoner isn’t a man
seeking the eye of the sun
through age-eaten brick walls;
a prisoner is a man condemned
to the fate of shapes.
Eye
Eye
I opened suddenly, like a crack
of dawn, golden, molten, running
over the flat desert vista.
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All my shoes are afraid of the sky.
Thunders are meant to be deceived by magpies,
but the stars break the roofs looking for
traces of water in sinks and bathtubs,
their shapes unable to stop the silence
from kissing the walls.
Wildernesses
Wildernesses
Beneath this opal encirclement,
my interlocutors are not
the sterile insinuations
of ratiocination
or the fanatical mysticisms
of ideologues
