Beware the Insistence of Gravity, Or Upon Waking in the Body of Cesar Vallejo

Kalamaras 89 George Kalamaras Beware the Insistence of Gravity, Or Upon Waking in the Body of Cesar Vallejo Beware the sleepless eye opening in the corpse's forehead, and his heart with no chest. Beware the dark voice of the mother who threatens her son with the sleep of a nap, and the silence of an eyelid in the way a cloud covers a moving garden. Beware the insistence of gravity. Anything that insistent has something to hide. Beware the secrets of the wall only the son of what the nail knows, and the human whispering the hammer holds. Beware the holy mystery of the brides, the other dress, the one they do not wear, and the drop of blood forming, without a word, at the widow's breast. Beware the silence of the encyclopedias! Beware the accent without a mouth, the mouth with no kiss, the kiss's sister! Beware the bend in the blouse of the woman who darkens sheets with yesterday's sperm oozing from her vagina, and the dream the deaf hear through circles of in separate cities. Beware, further, the sun in the heat's chest, and its moon 90 the minnesota review full of sun, and the mountain of stars that spills, quietly, from the horse's skull. Beware the penis crawling on its hideous knees, and the dissolve in the centipede's dusk. And beware the golden look of those who pray as they stand on one foot. Beware the doughnut with a center, for only in its absence can it truly know its circumference. Beware the book with no words or the words without valves, and the persistence of the parentheses, the loneliness articles of clothes expire in their hang. Beware, even, the separation the part in the hair implies. Beware the answer without a question! The higher without the highest! The lowest's response. The way it regards what's below it is actually above what you hear leaping octaves in the moon's grass. The birds should beware the music of the sky, and the moon, the dime's embrace. And you must beware the man who paves the streets with yellow lines which move both ways at once and, at lunch, his ridiculous banana. Beware the delight of the orange as it enters the woman's mouth. And the aggravation of the table with no silverware, the cigarette without match, the match's smoke that appears, suddenly, near the end of its world, its most moist wood. Beware the piece of skin, left alone on the vulturized body. Kalamaras 91 And the tongue of the saint speaking in someone else's mouth. Beware the hips which call to you in their dimming candles. And careful, in kind, of swallowing the dark scarf on her porch. Believe, though, the woman in black. Anyone with that much grief has a white cord from her navel. ...