They strike with suns
Nothing couples with anything here
And with so much carrion in this graveyard for the sharp bones of my memory
And with so many nuns who rush like crows to poke between my legs
All these fragments rend me
Impure dialogue
A desperate expulsion of verbal matter
Free unto herself
Shipwrecking into herself
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Texto: traducción del poema "El infierno musical" tomada del libro A Musical Hell. Traducción de Yvette Siegert.
Fotografía: tomada del Pinterest de MarlynWorld.
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