El colibrí de Gisela vino a la última flor de pasión en lo alto. En un lugar privado, escondido de la calle, este pequeño pedazo de desierto se ha transformado en un Edén. A veces verdeante, ahora es la temporada mortal. Las vides de uva, de árboles de limones amarillos, de nectarinas, las camas de jardín elevadas rebosantes de enredaderas secas de calabaza, sus frutas ya han cosechado, las tomate cherry casi vacían, sus hojas café y crujientes, todo su energía ya gastó. Queda nada para dar a la luz.
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-For John
I reached into the dark side of the fringing reef
below the boundary separating air from water.
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Three fingers on my right wrist, you listen
to the rhythm of my blood river, its constant
flow no one else hears. If you placed your
fingertips to my forehead, would you feel
my shame? Would your palm over my heart
read my longing? Could your hand on my
left hip, fingers pressing deeply into knotted
loins, knead open their gate?
You reach behind the smooth surface
of not caring, the falseness of bravado,
unmask me with your silence.
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Light rain pitters on the canopy over the picnic tables,
the fire pit lacks a Jenga-tower of wood, forms the nucleus
of empty log benches. The smoke ban prevents bonfires
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I blink my eyes shut, breathe in a rushed wish, raise my eyelids and blow out the candle. I am
embarrassed, wonder if I’ve chosen a good-enough wish, what others will think, fake
having made a wish when my mind draws a blank.
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