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Esta Palabra
- University of Arizona Press
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23 Esta Palabra How I slip into it like a hot bath, his name at my feet, then thighs, circling each breast, how I float in his name, never lost in the din of names I know. How I dress in the scent of his name at night, the pepper-sweet oil triggering sweat glands filling thousands of tiny tubs in the hollows of my neck, how one brown syllable grows like debt, spans weeks, then years before it breaks and slides back to blue, leaving Mojave wind like a thicket of lions, 24 wailing at the heat, the line of sheets, wailing for milk and keys, my eyes filling with vowels until finally I begin forming in my head a row of wet-calf words, each one knowing where to press and where to rest, where to separate and remain together. ...