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

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