Poem of the Week

omens, 1781 (voc de micaela)

that morning … I found a snake … in our home … I killed it quickly

I lifted my skirt … and pissed … upon it … with bare feet

… I crushed it

but which foot works better? … the right … or the left?

tonight … I called you the moon … your hair surrounds

your face … blue black … how the stars are flickers … from the river

beside our incinerated home … we are ashes … sacrilege

they split us … then hang us … no one is left to covet our remains

they won’t allow … our flesh … to return to our father … my love

…  did we speak too proudly?

sonqoq  qosayan (the heart of my husband)

manupayanki  upa sankhaman

you make love to the muffled abyss

chhallunki saqrata

you ruin the devil

wachanki kuchikunata wayronqokunata

you give birth to pigs and bees

aqtunki ch’onqankiri upakunata

you vomit and suck up the fools

ñutunki ch’aranchankiri purunkunata

you grind and make wet the deserts