IN FRONT OF US A CLEAR FORM

makes love with the space in which it situates
its form its effect its casket.
It makes love before us
and the space keeps its form occupied.
Love is made on a misery
that would turn us to animals:
a piece of sea wrapped in words.
Bring me a dead animal
hanging from your voice a lock
love and its months-long program
in a Styrofoam model-Japan where the snow
is a bed of ash to suspend the cocaine.

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from Issue 9 of NOIR SAUNA

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By Sebastián Gómez Matus 👍

Tr. by Ian U Lockaby 👍