Love Might Arrive, Later
We’ve been through that phase when the body
begins to remember:
one of us came back from a trip and
we embraced in silence on the couch
for a long time, no need for words,
our bodies moving on their own
kisses and running to the bedroom
bread with butter,
later, the sharing of experiences,
later, the clumsy hugs, later
disrupted sleep, later
the days to come,
later, the pain as well,
later.
The Logic of Accidents
If I could understand the order
that leads to accidents,
the loss of what’s given, the unequal
distribution of anguish,
writing a word like ansia,
desiring, longing for, urgently needing,
but there’s no translation
there’s no logic
except in the body.
All Leakage is an Illusion
The electric bill
spiked like never before
and I ask myself
if something could be wrong with the installation
or maybe there’s a mismatch in the meter.
The meter
isn’t aligned with reality.
The meter
questions the parameters of my reality.
In a leakage, there’s so much electricity
it breaks from the circuit.
In a leakage, there’s so much electricity
it escapes from the body
and that’s why it disperses.
There’s not much else to say
the balance I need has been truncated.
I want to date an electrician
but I cannot attract
without a center of gravity.
Translated by Maureen Shaughnessy
