Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsSpring 2022  Vol.21  No. 1
an online journal of literature and the arts
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translation from Spanish by David M. Brunson

Hidden Damage

I fall in drops over your tongue

you surrender until only pieces are left
I do the same

Sometimes you sense that I’m not yours
and it softens me

On Sundays
you come bearing birch trees for my womb
and a blue clover that runs down to my feet

I drink your calm as you sleep
Upon my back I leave you all my longing
I embrace your dreams

I understand
that even though it’s not time to tell you
I’ve already gone  

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