Las Fotos del Éxtasis
after Dali, with thanks to Mary Jo Bang
The camera never lies so when
you see me spread out
in the corner,
my arm an invitation to
oblivion, surely I am what I seem.
I am lying here.
(¿en una cama?)
I am not.
I took the missionary position
and the sepia wonder of the brothel
faded into the gray scale slipping me
entre las fronteras negras and white skin.
I am lying.
(do I mean miento?)
English is handily oscuro like that.
Your ears surround me like fireflies
and I am obscured by the dark
la sombra de una fotografia sin
flash.
I am (miento, siempre)
not.
My eyelashes rest against
my cheeks and then my eyelids
split open and stare at the point
just beyond your temple. Nunca en
suyos.
I am
lying.
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