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El Observador

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C H O I V A

Na casa da miña avoa

     chove 

     todo o tempo

Esquezo 

     a miña

Onde tamén 

     chovía 

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MANDARRIA

Salve

Yo saludo 

al hierro que separa 

A los dientes 

que rasgan la mampostería

exponiendo el tejido conectivo

que se esconde debajo.

                     [ m i c u e r p o 

                  e s  u n  m u r o 

               q u e  s e  

            d e s m o r o n a  

         c o m o  a r c i l l a 

      b a j o  e l  m a r t i l l o ]

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Cover me with your morning                whisper.

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This is why I can’t sleep

I finger her, and she falls asleep while I try to convey this scene  without gratuitous sex  My hands trace figures on her back; ice skaters cross all over thirty centimeters of skin.   The couple dance across her body  in flawless, oiled motions that deepen  the slumber  Her chest goes up and down, full  of moist, heavy breath 

I envy her rest. It's been two hours, and I lay helpless and stone cold until  my fingers spasm Gordeeva and Grinkov fall. The ten  they so much want becomes a seven;

They never get the Olympic gold, 

and I still can't sleep. 

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Vegetales

Me he acostumbrado

a los vegetales.

Los miro

los selecciono.

Los cocino

me los como.

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Music

Silence --

Three shots:

Dry

            Compact.

Solid.

-- Is broken.

I recognize the sound:

semi-automatic.

I grow aware.

From stillness, I rise.

-- Unnatural pause –

Two explosions

          a retort.

No shouts; no cries.

I distinguish the melody.

.38 Revolver.

I know this song.

Each one of them

          is different.

Most are short.

Two voices

          against the dark.

Others are long.

Choral.

Several voices, all intertwined. 

          Singing.

The singers hush.

The exchange ends.

The music of my people fades.

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Memory

Y otra vez, Maelo Ruiz.

The flaming sword

    Casts away

The music plays

Wax and wane

I crave

    Lasting things

Sybilic splendor

The fumes bring

Sickle reaps

    Praying hands

White knuckles

Joined in mass

  Hot metal

    Sweet sweat

The body

Aches

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.38

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Wicker Chair 

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Screwdriver

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Cup