How long shall I seek freedom in the myths we unmake licking hairy darkness or feeling sweetness of hips through untamable wildness of the heart chase images that abide circles of paroxysm ascending from the mist and raw voices staring spume in the faces
No danger to Simone. She already knows the place of incomprehension, began with that as first principle. Enter the void of your own abjection, she’d say. Seek truth, but first face the void, cold and dark but safe
La Llorona, the vengeful ghost, now haunts the waters of drip-brewed beverages, furious that her loyal patrons were unfaithful. And for what? The best hot chocolate in Philly?
I have accepted it—to live in forgetfulness of myself, For nothing here tries to remember me. I mean, each time I try to live here, the country calls me by a name, forgetfulness— Our ancestors were never called less of the earth and her world.
