Long Listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards
It’d be truly funny to someday write my history.
Christian, godless, ambitious and coward, comrade
and common whore,
with one hand touching our flags and with the other
between the legs of passing women,
seeking, ah, always seeking self-denial
and surviving on the leftovers of doubt
that even dogs sniff and walk away, not
daring to tell my comrades: you’re mean minded;
and to myself: you’re worthless
and to feel alone and crushed and immense
like the raped woman who has been slapped
and bleeds,
who although remains alone and crushed
on the soil, she already stands higher than
her rapist and herself and all the purity of the world,
immortal
as the fresh seed of life inside her lifts her
like a hymning wave.
Libros Libertad 