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Alicia Montero, translated by Leonora Simonovis

First Person Plural

I write
to keep my distance


try to bring you closer
but instead push you away


intentionally build
an isthmus
populate it with forests
bar codes
and farewells


we pretend to be
in this Ferris wheel 
of life
take refuge in confusion 
lunatic love
the future.


Rest feels strange
but ours even more,
and deprived
of everything


I listen to you sigh
a satisfied animal
I scent your desire


and overwhelmed
relinquish my crown
tooth and nail on my back
captured by the light in your mouth
without mercy
or water.

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