“The feminine in my soul will vibrate,
as inside a cathedral in mourning.”
- Cesar Vallejo, tr. Clayton Eshleman
You will not remember that dream
that fathered you-- drew your hands
towards my bones to shape a blank
for your own solidified wish.
The bone, with which you reenacted
your nightmare, could never crack:
the rib, in which you wished yourself
whole, was never realized, but was a fossil
from the future-- a late reminder
of the pain that will outlast your dream.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Monday, June 04, 2007
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