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You Through the Portal, by Viviane Vives

Posted on October 22, 2019

You through the portal

You, sleepy

You have forgotten

You with the drugs

You with the motorbikes

You with the rough chicks

You almost throw up

You stretch over the leather

You close your eyes

Your throw your face at me

Your eyes closed

Your mind gone so I can I drink from you.

 

.                My desire looks back at me on the mirror, la Rosa. I am one of them,

don’t you know? You Erased the Most Important Thing. My crown lights up,

it all starts, I take whatever I want into my chest, the universe, my enemies,

grab it with both hands, bring it, give it, my open rose, I part the curtain,

 

–“Drops of everything slide down your body.”

 

I go on grabbing handfuls of wind; I become it,

later, tree. I can get you in, if I want. Yes, that too.

 

Those who betray me have not been blessed.

Damned, cursed, possessed by the black-red wind,

they keep asking for this blessing I carry with me.

Pure love of my parents, sheer beauty of my grandparents,

repositories of grace who save people, appease them.

 

Flying over the abyss,

I dress in white skins,

I rip my heart, I point to it,

I become cool breeze, in;

for you, and for them,

 

out,

.             pour

.                              blessings.

 

*The 64, best poets of 2018*

The Black Mountain Press