Last place in the world I want to be,
but you asked me.

The air is still enough
to freeze light, break shadows,
bellow from deep in a planet
living too close to the edge.

Faces are simultaneously youngish
and anguished,
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You told me I was too frail,

too much a waif lost in the wind,

too biblical and saddened

and wanting the little more

that was never given.

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Dices que somos uno;
dices que somos mundo;

dices que éramos grandes;
dices que no hace falta

ninguna defensa;
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you were wisdom
or you were not wisdom
you were restlessness
in the face of winter
you knew emotional devastation
& were proud
to have retained so many
traces of what went before
what suffered in you
what told you how things were
even though they were not

Comprimida por años sin descanso,
fui a buscar tu cara, el tacto de tus ojos
ensoñados, tristes, abundantes.

Y no pude encontrarte.

Me volví religiosa, pensando que
algo de inaudito poder te escondía,
y aprendí que mi deseo era ese algo,
ese misticismo que no sabía nombrar.

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