shadows extend east and Cortazar stares at women shuffling by who blot their lips from violent men and say “god bless you” I sulk with pause and loving mariachi soars against the red and yellow tents of strangers gifting geese the ends of bread. 8, 12, 13 hours and the people keep fighting for sleep, for rest… i’m reluctant to stay sad life beyond is a field a flowers my love is a nervous child lapping from the glowing lagoon of their presence my love is a bulging, blue-faced fool hung from the throat by sunflower stems

DINOSAURIOS SUMERGIDOS

Ángela Posada-Swafford
Planetalector. Bogotá. Junio de 2017. 211 pp

IF WE KILL THE HUMANS
WE SAVE THE FOREST

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Imploro a por nuestra extinción humana como especie sobre la faz de la tierra