Long Listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards
Difficult Hour
The hall was roomy with a few lights; seven of us
sat silently. I shouldn’t startle them, I thought, let me
pretend I still don’t know anything; besides I played
a small role in the affair: I simply had to lift the candlestick
or to pull the curtain aside at a specific moment, I don’t
remember; then the woman was sitting in the house of ill
repute right on the snow, “when I was young I slept with
kings” she’d say crying; the old stairway creaked and
the small carpet just covered all the struggles; I then
remembered of father and the old woman who prepared him,
“for this they tie their hands” she said, “They wouldn’t
leave otherwise”.
When we went out to the street I didn’t know what
we could expect however I knew it had occurred.
Libros Libertad 