A Musical Hell

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.