Thursday, April 22, 2010

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arnoldo garcía

Migrant Incantations

échame tierra
sobre la cabeza y la cara
brota mi pecho con polvo
enloda mi lengua
échame tierra
porque me voy muy lejos de aquí
throw some dirt
over my head, let it run over my face
rub some dust on my breasts and chest
muddy my tongue
throw some dirt over me
because I am going far far away from here


To discuss
words with words
is the height
of consciousness
of consciousness
the infinite molting
of consciousness
a head full of serpents
a chaos of
molecular currents pushing herself slithering making time and space
exploding at
the touch of air
blood the altitude of tenderness
tenderness the attitude of my blood

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