Queerness
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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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in the valley where sunflowers burn // smoke and missing father
Two American sonnets en Borinkén Themes: Family // Love // Silence // Queerness // Borinkén in the valley where sunflowers burnawake, i find wood burningin a house not too far off. palm trees bow,in prayer, but collapse. a sheet of tarlooms above the mountain’s base—so thick, it presses like molasses mixingwith scrambled eggs. a smoke-slick…
Luis E. Santos 