Espejo
del Guau
she’s
net ,¿tamales
quieres?
ph
one
the dog an ,bit moon ,ste
am
curling from the lid yr b
arking
fork yr pock et lub
e
index )EX(
)HALE(
)the
shorn ladder(
/////
a
p
rise the tree pocked - en un
rincón
de la plaza )mi
balacera
cotidiana(
donde un
h
arpa
ciega me canta y
,tus
platillos tus tenedores tu
calaverita
de miel )my
hairdo
burns(
“arfter”
arf
...y
se expiró en el estanquillo.
-
Homero Aridjis
Rheostat
Mirror
fog
bringer vine ampter
cone
,reduction current
swills
the BLOCK’S
broken
my
,file time ,breeding’s
gold
,the view sings dim ah
.spay
the final form
yr out as
h h h h h
h h h h h
hovers
around
my roof
.pretty
inchy ,no? he
hees
he
hauls he homes
.dot
mur
tex ? ,nah ,a phace
come
dither .mew mewl m
aul
,matter
no matter
,wit
hering
round the door yr
twiddler
p lots in blo ts
out
de
fogcussed on
the
phoneme hissing on
the
┐
stebp
─
─
─
─
─
─
─
───
...me
explicaba la luz ausente.
-
Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz
mirarfror
shape
quitter the
dog
tongue locks U
U
)my
folding
ship your(
clown
sped away
mirspitror
end
the tooth my
))whine(((
‘s l
oft
c.l.o.u.d the
)a
pple( ‘s )sp l it(
w
h e e l
Reflect
and Swim
your
toot one
log
meat
peel
the night
bright
cloud
High
Reflection
she’s
“neck”
T
lover
~~waves
of laundry~~
“the
halting Tower”
))was
now
is((
mirrarorin
the
bloody
mist blister ,game
stunned
,the log form tous
led
fog streaming from yr left
eye
the right’s a drain
ay
sucks the rain in )cr
acker
lunch
...( a ]dog
dreams
in the window[
gl
anded
tube door a ,wadd
led
knife ...THINKING
IN
THE WIND...
my
sore
book ,depagination ,w
here
the
...it’s...
-
John Cleese
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