Monday, April 1, 2013

Roberto Juarroz

"One day I’ll write a word 
that enters your wet flesh, 
a word that rests 
a clutching hand on your breast. 

Some day I’ll write a word 
that holds you down 
and turns your face away, 
a word that surrounds you 
and widens your eyes… 

One day I’ll write a word 
covered in your spit 
that spreads your legs apart. 
You won’t need to understand it 
or even hear it. 

It will be a word that spins 
inside and opens you 
from one end to the other, 
telling you you are mine 
even when you’re not mine."

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