Queer
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Second Country
I. I like newness, the kind that leaves traces on the page of morning. When it calls, when it forces you to see the light— the morning glory, the moisture softening on the glass of the windowpane. The sky is bluer than blue. Let him go. II. This is an easy test. The volume of— the square root of— Don’t they need men? You remember: men make this industrial complex. I know where I am. I know where I…
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These are the Rules of the House
We don’t say sorry.May I go outside to play hideand seek?The stars are dark outside.No puedes. No aguantes.You are not allowed to ask.Once my mother said:you don’t know how to live alone.She may as well havetold me I cannot survivewithout a man.And is it so bad?May I come with you,dear brother, please.I want to learn…
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somewhere dark in guánica bay
to reach el punto pastthe cliffs — fifty metersof rock abovethe ocean do not speed up or you will meetan untimely deathfar out, en el punto,men devouranother. an older manteaches me this freedomcalladovaronilno afeminadoscasadoven atrás el árbol,in the shadowto watch our shadowscome nearerdo not look into the eyes no questionsdo not touch the face no…
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en el cafetín with my ghost body
Themes: Love // Silence // Desire // Ghosts // Queerness // Bilingual en el cafetín with my ghost bodyi ran into the graying mother by chance,sixty and unafraid on her birthday.she remembered me from work. i didn’t—already a ghost in my own body.her daughter passed drinks of the hourlike blessings.she recalled surviving men who loved…
Luis E. Santos 