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Aldair Apodaca
har citeret
for 9 måneder siden
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 9 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 9 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 9 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 9 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
har citeret
for 9 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 9 måneder siden
if reading is to live
in two worlds at once why
is he not here
Aldair Apodaca
har citeret
for 9 måneder siden
I was born
because you were starving but
how can anything be
found with only two hands
Aldair Apodaca
har citeret
for 9 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
har citeret
for 9 måneder siden
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