Holy Woman

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holes in her hoodie

holes in her cigarettes

holes in her pregnancy test

holes in her shaking hands

holes in her voice

holes in her fear

holes in her ferocity

holes in her will to live

holes in her teacup

holes in her tablecloth

holes in her pillbox

holes in her family

holes in her flowerbed

holes in her bookcase

holes in her memory

holes in her road

holes in her stereo

holes in her loneliness

holes in her longing

holes in her mirror

holes in her breakfast

holes in her lunch

holes in her dinner

holes in her belly

holes in her pine trees

holes in her windows

holes in her way out

holes in her heart

holes in her shoes

holes in her job

holes in her prayers

holes in her workout

holes in her latte

holes in her holes

Reglas Para Sirenas / Rules for Mermaids

1. Un Barco Solo / A Boat Alone

Luna de fósforo

sobre

un barco

solo

cantando

de las ojos y las

estrellas que

bailar con

el horizonte

el horizonte

desentraña

bailando con

las estrellas,

cantando de

los ojos

como

lunas de fósforo

sobre

un barco

solo

*

Phosphorous moon

over

a boat

alone

singing

of eyes and

stars

dancing with

the horizon

the horizon

unravels

dancing with

stars,

singing of

eyes like

phosphorous moons

over a

boat alone

(Found poem from “Aquí te amo” by Pablo Neruda.)

2. La Canción de la Bruja / The Witch’s Song

Amor es amor

y

mio es mio

música es música

y

cuchillos son cuchillos.

Amor es girando en el profundo,

deseo verdadero y atravesando.

Si lo desea siempre se pueden

escapar a vivir una vida de deseo ardiente.

Amor es amor

y

suyos es suyos

una canción es una canción

y

dulce es dulce.

Amor es espera lejos,

deseo es maduro para tomar.

Si siempre desea lo que no está,

venga y vea lo que estoy vendido.

Amor es amor

y

odio es odio

y

amor es amor

solamente

Todos los deseos que usted podría dejar

no rasgar el corazón de las garras

de otras chicas.

Amor es amor

y

mio es mio

música es música

y

cuchillos son cuchillos

Cuando te arrepientes

lamentar con todo tu corazón

y corte el corazón fuera

de su enamorado.

Entonces nadie es feliz, nadie puede amor

y la marea lo llevará a las profundidades.

*

Love is love

and

mine is mine

music is music

and knives are knives

Love is spinning in the deep,

desire true and piercing.

If you ever wish you could escape

you’ll live a life of longing.

Love is love

and yours is yours

a song is a song

and

sweet is sweet

Love is waiting far away,

desire ripe for taking.

If you wish for what you are not,

come and see what I’m selling.

Love is love

and

hate is hate

and

love is love

again

All the wishing you could wish

won’t rip his heart

from the grip of another girl’s hand.

Love is love

and

mine is mine

music is music

and

knives are knives

When you regret

regret with your heart

and cut the heart

out of your lover.

Then no one is happy and no one can love

and the tide will carry you home.

3. Sirena Muerta Cantado / Dead Mermaid Singing

No puedo darle lapislázuli

a menos que abrir una vena

y desgarron mis órganos

en la manera perfecta para

manchando mi sangre en colores

que dicen:

“Te amo más que su mano y su lapislázuli.”

No puedo darle puesta de sol

manchando un lienzo

a menos que abrir una vena

y coágulo mis obsesiones,

caer en crepúsculo

con un gesto que grito:

“Te amo más que su mano que pintado tu puesta de sol.”

Cuando las olas me llaman

nuevamente a bailar en la espuma,

no vas a saber cuánto

odio mi santuario.

No puedo darle música

a menos que yo desgarrar mi garganta

y tirar todos los acordes

al cielo amor.

Ella es la única cielo que sabe

yo te quiero más.

La princesa es tan bonita,

su comportamiento es divino

pero su amor se romperá

en mi sombra.

Cuando las olas me llaman

nuevamente a bailar en la espuma,

abrir mis venas y mi garganta

en tu costa siempre

cantando, siempre

cantando:

“Yo te quiero más.”

*

I can’t give you lapis less I open

a vein and rupture my organs in

just the right way

staining my blood

in a shade that will say:

“I love you more than that hand that gave you your lapis.”

I can’t give you sunset staining a canvas less I open

a vein and clot my obsessions,

fall into dusk

with a gesture that screams:

“I love you more than that hand that painted your sunset.”

When the waves call me back

to dance in the foam

you’ll never know how much

I hate my home.

I can’t give you music less I tear

out my throat and fling all my chords

to the sky-loving storm

to play on her way to crash down your door.

She’s the only one who knows

I do love you more.

The princess is so pretty,

her demeanor is divine

but her love will break in the shadow of mine.

When the waves call me back

to dance in the foam

I would open my veins and my throat

on your shore ever

singing ever

singing:

“I do love you more.”

(Originally published in Twisted Myths)

4. Redención / Redemption

grave mar

rompe y rasga

el ardiente

vacío

de todos los

pasados,

escribar

sus frágiles

desbocadas

*

the grave sea

breaks and tears

the burning

emptiness

of all that

has passed,

write

your fragile

flight

(Found poem from “Las víejas del oceano” by Pablo Neruda.)

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Anatomy Lesson

This is my arm
, I hurt it when I jumped across a creek and fell.
You cannot jump across a creek, neither can I.
 

This is my shoulder, hurt while I tried to buy a train ticket.
I cannot buy a train ticket.

This is my shirt.
It got dirty as a shirt
gets dirty when
its wearer meets an incoherent, violent yearning.

Look at my eye,
it went missing as I was leaving the theatre.
I am not allowed to see.
This poem first appeared in The Idle Class 2014. It can also be found in Graveyard.

Close

My world feels different to yours, curves with sharp edges. How did I learn to tell the difference

between you and I

I and not I?

Not I and everything that is not curved with sharp edges?

Not I bleeds when the sharp edges come close

my world feels different to yours,

you are different,

I am distinctly not you and we are both not I. How did I learn to tell the difference?

Where did Not I go

After the sharp edges came close?