EXTRACTION
What goes
feeds me and what is hurting me beautifully.
Rodrigo Galarza.
squeeze the tongue against the tooth gap
left and the memory returns
precise cutting surface like a dead man buried in a hurry.
When I was little was to fill the void
was full of what he had
and hoped to have.
a life away from school
a house attic
- ignoring his discomfort-
success, company, laughter, bodies, booze.
Now the gap is something else. A vacuum
conquered. Everything
to what I said goodbye
espaci0 freeing the dead that fill and stain
hopes
as outdoor furniture in a tenement.
This gap has left the tooth is a storeroom clean
in which only light particles
rampant.
Cañamares
Ana Pérez.
scars Alphabet
Dance of the Sun Publishing, 2010
poems of a poet I admire.
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