The woman takes the form of sleep that contains it.
Juan Jose Arreola
Back to you
To the abundant calcium in your smile
To the extent of your five hundred twelve bones
To your other new skin
Back to you
Because I believe in my wings battered
In the vision of your almost human rage
And in our little arena pact
Back to you
In the rush to invoke your most secret flavors
Stoking the birds from the center of the earth
As one who utters a slander heard in a previous life
Back to you
Under the open wound of the constellations
Never paint the sun
But the light that blinded the eyes of Icarus
Then escape through the blank spaces of the night
And remember this verse by the simple fact of not having written