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.

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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?