18th DAY or NEW ORDER OF THINGS
I dreamed
that I was in the old erotic nest
but everything was changed.
Walls had tumbled down
new rooms had been built
whiter than lilies
with whitewashed nurses
who called me to go inside.
You know, I was coming here year after year
I was saying as if I asked for forgiveness
while with my eyes I was licking the corner
where the mattress once was.
Now it resembles an eraser smudge
in a child’s notebook
or the muzzle of a wild boar
hidden in a green mold
next to an ancient rock.
A bittersweet fragrance was exhumed from it
that didn’t remind of anything anymore
to the old woman laid on the bed.
The new order of things
I whispered as I woke up.
Libros Libertad 