Jorge Enrique Adoum Poems

"I' am not a professional, I work
in an office of the American Army."
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Is it possible that this were all
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If you were saying, if you were wondering from where
it came, who it is, where it lives, it could not
speak but of death, of substances
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It is not easy to graft oneself onto you, my dear.
I realize that I was laughing and not coughing
what I said to you, and I should unthink the things
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The kitchen was still sprinkled
with flour and prayers.
The nurse tucked in the night ghost,
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Is it possible that this is the entire
story, a single day? Yesterday's news,
lost in the next-to-last page,
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I call to the door.
—Who is it, I ask.
—Me, I answer.
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