Sergio Ortiz brings us the delirium of lovers in this dreamlike return to an allegorical Eden.
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A Certain Kind of Eden
If he should lick his lips,
I shall be the bandit
who runs a brothel
for the lovers of loss
who toss their shoes
into the capital of suffering.
I shall breed sparrows
and sandpipers.
They will build altars
beside my bed,
and I will awaken
to the smell of his hair
without remembering
his name, or my own.
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