#cirugía
a surgeon I pay to
take me from one body to
another. I hustle money
send pictures to his secretary
ask how bad will it hurt?
how long will it take to heal?
Now three months later
here he is el mejor coyote
del Este marker in hand making
an escape plan across my breasts.
Una frontera alrededor de mi
corazon. He draws dotted lines
triangles mathematic paths along
which his knife will travel. This is not
my first time crossing a border.
Do I remember Tijuana? Enough.
¿Y la aduana? Too much. I was five
had a home on the other side
didn’t matter much though.
La interrogación la lámpara
las preguntas que no pudo contestar.
Today my shepherd
holds a scalpel. Tomorrow
I wake up un hombre de nuevo.
