Nature i miss you
need you back by mi side
some times /
i see you fleeting in cracky cement
& find you from prose to poetry
¿Where’s de vital energy?
Men and machines say
it flies away with every breath
good girl i obey
try not to do it too much then.
We are as strong as weak
you name our body
we are air and ether
we are Vata //
we are water, power current,
wash cyanide landslide
undig our dead sisters for oil
energy from the underworld
turned into dough
& then Berta & Lohana get slain
& Lucía empaled
& Higui and Milagro into de cage
Zeinab awaits an execution date
all just on dis day.
But we still refuse to die
to gelid latex touch & the bombs
— drooling minds Phormoldancing.
no figurative for this pain
we survive /// nonetheless
to carry out our vital mission:
to kill all absolute versions of ourselves.
me? i start right away.