Who I am and What I Remember





Who I am and What I Remember


I am a freedom that frolics, still beautiful.
The sensitivity of a talking parrot.
The girl who dropped her coconut panties
and kept walking. A black hen's egg
that traverses my spine and wakes me.
I am the nose that smells the adobe
of my neighbor's house.
A scolded photograph, a thin line
in the middle of my absent city.
A water flower, for other flowers
but not for people. The resin
that San Vincente wept.
I am a bittern that drowned
her song in another language.


***


The pain cannot be contained
long enough

The tracks fade under the snow
of the white hug of forced departure

I have tried to write truth
on buses ships and trains

but without an ear my tongue is dread
it clings to a single word

The train crosses a bridge
black ice joins each letter of my journey

Where is The New Colossal

demolished      knocked down     deposed?

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