Black box Poem by Manuel Forcano
Black box
I've gone out to perfume my body
with someone who's waiting for me. I've shaved well:
my jaw is terrain of kissing.
I'm the bull's-eye
rushing to the dart,
blue-tile water in the pool
to the swimmer who's dived from the board.
If I was a plane now and crashed,
you would be blinded, on opening my black box,
by so much light.
Translated by Julie Wark
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