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Then it came to me, my life. I remembered my life
the way an ax handle, mid-swing, remembers the tree.
& I was free.
Aldair Apodaca
har citeret
for 10 måneder siden
these
corpses I lay
side by side on
the page to tell you
our present tense
was not too late
Aldair Apodaca
har citeret
for 10 måneder siden
reader I’ve
plagiarized my life
to give you the best
of me & these words these
insects anchovies
bullets salvaged & exiled
by art
Aldair Apodaca
har citeret
for 10 måneder siden
reader who
cannot read
or write you wrote a son
into the world with no
words but a syllable so much
like a bullet its heat fills you
Aldair Apodaca
har citeret
for 10 måneder siden
how can I say the hole
in your brother’s back is not
a part of your brother but your brother
aparted who is still somewhere
running because I wrote it
in the present tense
Aldair Apodaca
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for 10 måneder siden
you said you named me
after a body of water ’cause
it’s the largest thing you knew
after god
Aldair Apodaca
har citeret
for 10 måneder siden
if reading is to live
in two worlds at once why
is he not here
Aldair Apodaca
har citeret
for 10 måneder siden
I was born
because you were starving but
how can anything be
found with only two hands
Aldair Apodaca
har citeret
for 10 måneder siden
I made a killing
in language & was surrounded
by ghosts. I used my arsenal
of defunct verbs & broke
into a library of second chances,
the ER. Where they bandaged
my head, even as the black letters
kept seeping through,
like this.
Aldair Apodaca
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