I.

 

under sunken objects

in the void

i search for clay

 

and find only my rituals

 

 

*

 

 

like light comes the touch

 

 

 

to deep

 

crater where artifacts live

 

 

 

a rift

 

 

 

deep as

the chanting

danger

forbidden

 

 

i wake up

it’s still there

the same shadow

bathing my

forehead

 

 

*

 

 

in the rain

sour dampness

there were bodies

beloveds candles

lit up

 

 

i clawed at my certainty

 

 

like the song the

mud sings for

the fallen trunk

 

 

 

I say mouth

 

eye anatomy.

 

 

 

Spirits have settled inside the house and

still we’re coming back. To act out the ritual again.

 

 

I say mouth

 

eye relapse.

 

 

*

 

 

Come closer. Show me your wound.

 

 

 

 

Maybe I’ve come

to cure you. I watch your

silhouette on the wall I

outdistance your past and

something

 

 

 

breaks

just out of sight.

 

 

*

 

 

Your voice comes to

 

and its ashes. I remember

you

vast fragile

while you point to the break.

 

 

 

What symbol will I use for your face?

translated from Spanish by Lizzie Davis