Thursday, January 20, 2011

Denise Milani Transparan

Empty Words, Happy again

blocking, the absurd
shell exile words
wrinkled
paperless, stateless,
ruminating on wetback
silence.
Tear the veils now, shake
suddenly
exile
midday sun and the earth tremble as breaking
cluster
to fill the mouth,

lip profiles ambitious
smooth, accurate
like hawks. Happy

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