ojogrifo

Les beaux muscles de fer de

son corps surhumain )José-María de

Heredia( splinter off the water

TORMENTA DE LUZ my eye

s tabs and bsats zzz the comb

FELL OFF YOUR FACE tu

lupa sinks in the lake tiny

flames crinkle on the shore n'ont

pas brûlé ta chair fissure ,skin

sandwich ,trickles in the bowl

its muddy blond wig beneath a

garbage can it was yr last d

renched laundry failure gleaming

faucet o ojógrifo your shut

tered head turns in toward

me your rust and drowned moths

:Il palpite, il frémit d'esperance et

de fièvre ,tastes what drips

off down the drain