LONG LISTED FOR THE GRIFFIN POETRY AWARDS 2023
Matter of Lighting
All these took place because each night I followed
my impulse and each time I passed the bridge
I felt my life more foreign to me or I recalled that
I never kissed father while he was alive, despite of all
our poverty, or my cup that dwelt in heavens since
I had always been accommodated in the kitchen
and since one of my legs had rotted in the rain,
the others had to manage my birds, thus I became
an easy target; therefore I now sit in my room where,
with a few cognacs, I finally regain a meaning or I mix
with strange things: sometimes the soup bowl that
steamed in the middle of family supper and other
times this horrible murder you find
when you raise the lamp a little higher.
Libros Libertad 