by Raquel Salas Rivera
you won’t be my last strike
because we’re going to win
even if we have to return to earnings
with cans and uncork dedications that read
what we lose is disruption
what we lose is everything
yes everything you’ll miss
when the nothing wins like in the neverending story
if a mangrove of sadness exists
it grows between the school of economics and humanities
maybe in the basement we call cafeteria
or the first time i read
the translation of the iliad
thank you professor
for explaining love between men
via achilles and his dead jevo
i lived on humacao street like the town
in the town center
and i keep planting translucid fences
around the plaza del mercado
From:
poemas para la nación • poems for the nation - (Winner of the 2018 Ambroggio Prize)
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2020, The University of Arizona Press
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