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back GEORGINA RAMÍREZ
translation from Spanish by David M. Brunson
Foreigner
I’m an immigrant in my body
Where’s my face,
somewhere, an expression?
Any trace? Any sign?
I try to save what remains
but not even a hand
to hold on to memory
nor teeth to bite the wound
my silhouette
hardly a shadow
a brief moment if I name you
Contributor’s notes: Georgina Ramírez
Contributor’s notes: David M. Brunson
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