Long-listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards
AND EVERY so often our tired and unredeemed blood
woke up to tyrannized us;
then we gathered our belongings ready to leave
until women, loaded with all the white linen,
reappeared from prehistory
unrelaxed sleep under the forked roof of their breasts
or in their ancient mouths.
Yet, there was always a difficult time at the end
of the day and what did we know of songs?
Libros Libertad 