I Am…

  Translated from Spanish by Yvette Siegert     my wings? two rotting petals my reason? shots of briny wine my life? a well-conceived void my body? a fissure in the chair my moods? a child’s gong my face? a … Continued

Exile

Translated from Spanish by Yvette Siegert For Raúl Gustavo Aguirre This mania of knowing myself an angel, without age, without a death in which to live me, without piety for my name or for my bones that sob as they … Continued