Long Listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards
I however kept recuperating in the hospital, sometimes
spitting on the floor other times pulling the battleship
Potemkin or I stood at the side of the road, “please, tell me
who am I?” people passed in a hurry, other times a flower
would fall off the apple tree in the garden to remind me
not to expect anything more
until, even the nights grew old and a hairpin on the night
table or the creak of the door suddenly became unbearable
while the mirrors knew that we’ll die so
they immortalized us for a moment.
Libros Libertad 