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I. The plain truth is that was the bitch’s name: Quimbamba. My brother showed up…
At first I was worried that I would fail. It started as a dream that I was naked and paralyzed in the street. It started as a dream that I was falling and falling and flailing. There was no ground to catch me. Then it was a summer of summer classes all day and tutoring into the night. Then I was thinner and someone said I looked good. Then I was straight A’s. Then I looked A okay. And then I remembered to miss meals to stay on top. And then, and then, and then, I no longer dreamt I was falling. And then I was in the eye of it. I was feeding off an ocean of anxiety.
Cecilia once told me she had to choose between poetry and painting, but she no longer believes this and is recovering what was stolen, rejected, lost. You bequeath to your daughter what was left of the flag, and rejecting its unflattering form, she refashions it into a crop top to show off her midriff. She’s on the verge of something, that beautiful precipice.
She unrolls like sharp and gold wire toward decorous flowers. I see the peach unmoving…
over the Pecking duck a quick head jerkcan’t eavesdrop lack of tryhard fascinates scarification a planeloadin from LA certain…
Translation from the Spanish by Lizabeth Paravisini-Gebert Hermógenes greeted us and asked if he could…
Bronx, NY (1847-Present) From this cottage,where he heardhis young cousinbride, Virginia (our Annabel Lee), fighther…