You make me feel as though I cannot breathe,
and in this state of asphyxiation
parrots, bananas, riverboats, and penetration
move across my mind.
Gabriel, from Aracatacas, Bogota, Mexico City,
your articulate infatuation with home and with death
pulls me through the destruction of my lovers’ infidelities.
Murdered feelings leave the stench of a hundred years across these pages
and I owe my persistence of survival to your beautiful words.
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