Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

I want to die rolling in the arms of a cello player naked to the waist rolling in my sweet baby’s arms

homenaje a Cid Corman surge la voz en el espacio más denso del silencio, reclinarme sobre el sol y morir en comunidad de palabras, imágenes sencillas que tejen posibilidades

fear as punishment he locked me in the closet little did he know I was more afraid of the shadow behind the door to keep from peeing a treasure hunt inside his shoes a roman coliseum and a few garments that smelled like his gurry there was no such thing as terror, a stutter, tobacco, my mother’s empty  embrace