Bautizado por Narciso
Baptized by my great-grandfather
in a stagnant puddle of rainwater
— zancudo eggs laid and hatched
on the water’s film-thin skin — I
am christened: charco: he who in
shallow pools searches for muddled
reflections among riverbeds cracked
with thirst. Un criatura, I’m brought
back into the world, buzzing, hungry
for breath, sweat, to fill my abdomen
with three generations of blood. What
I carry in my bones is ausencia.
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When I say his name I smell muddied daffodils
When I say his name my grandmother wails
When I say his name his follies, on the tip of my tongue,
write home to ask for forgiveness.
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