Mi nopalito stands before the Milky Way
barrel-chested, insolente en frente de los astros,
bien, bien en bloom, casi emplumado, adumbrated
past simple premonition.
Mi nopalito shadows constellations disguised
as stars as we are mostly animals made stars with spines
extending from the pads of our flanks, our very stubby
appendages and flippers.
Mi nopalito mucilaginous in texture, poised to inherit
the procession of jaguars, monkeys, and vultures
effulgent ingénues clustered down the vertebrae
of the trenches of stars
Spicaresque:
A Spanglish blog dedicated to the works, ruminations, and mongrel pyrotechnics of Yago S. Cura, an Argentine-American poet, translator, publisher & futbol cretin. Yago publishes Hinchas de Poesia, an online literary journal, & is the sole proprietor of Hinchas Press.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
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