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If I Could Speak About You

But every time I come home and I imagine you and I sense you there is a geranium in my window folding in on itself, begging me for water, which reminds me too much of the aridness of two men who love one another.

If I could speak about you the way I speak about myself I’d dedicate an entire book of lovely poems to you. I’d speak of your black hair using the tritest of metaphors: your black hair that time burns, your first gray hair silver among the obsidian, etcetera. There should be some political party for single men who in their thirties only wish to write clichéd poems

for their glass daughters, we’d occupy all the plazas, we’d proclaim a general strike of wombs, all the parents, all the mothers dead of life like I am.

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