The SplitAt eleven years old I from your father's the cholla and nopales interlocking, tilting last elevation We climbed to a flat-faced where everything tapered trace the low blue line Between us, another down the center * Year to year the graffiti the halves of a broken time the two Those were the my body didn't fit. my arms, seeing only like horrible wings from lifting away but Reason sleeps * We took a picture straddling of our surfaces had been rubbed each others' forearms shadow, points bright We needed to walk a place where where they wouldn't insist our share of crows * And so, between us, we forget but carry But you are also the other days, when myself and the earth rebuilds behind inscribed the dividing lines I would walk
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NB: Sueño refers to Francisco Goya’s etching “El sueño de la razón produce monstruos” (1799), Plate No. 43 in the artist’s caprichos series. A scan (cropped) of a 1797 prepatory drawing of this etching is used as the banner graphic on this page; the original, held by the Prado Museum, is in the public domain.
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