messy on the surface of
the sheet, just a shadow
irregular, unruly, an ally of the light
and objects. soft drawing
hills, I love it up before
those hips lewd and crude
are his pretentious home.
that life has more dark map
outlines the heart pumping,
rushed, blood that is not yours.
Corbalán Macky (Cutral Co, 1963), Like a thousand flowers, Hippolyta Editions, 2007.
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