Jaime Guerra

The man forbade me to go out
He says I'm sick, not allowed
to get out of bed either.
I keep staring at the insignificant shadows in my room.
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A tiresome effort to reconstruct life
out of debris and meat and pure nerve
out of unstimulating circumstances.
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Who called you up?
Who mistook you for a musician?
Who told you you could play the drums?
Could you have been a soloist?
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Staring out the window and
In appearent surprise
Two elderly women
Stand motionless side by side
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Soaked in sweat
walking on a Bible
black polyester pants
smell of green heat
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I saw two sleeping horses
lying beside each other
mother and son
her neck caressed his
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It seems rotten
the way you grab a notebook
write into it, then get another
somehow you never finish
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