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It's not us. It's the universe

throwing us up. I used to have a lot

of trouble with verbs. I used to be

mystified by action.

          For example,

when you said me entrego a ti,--

I heard, I bury myself in you,

so I imagined a shovel or a tomb

or a coffin, as in your cadaver

was there, but hidden. It was a question

of tone, a question of distance.

          Me entrego a ti—

I surrender, transfer, pay, deliver

to you. And when do the sirens start?

          Me entierro a ti—

I bury forget, thrust (myself) to you,

into the earth, onto the jagged

crescent of your chipped front tooth.

It's an adolescent story you told me

about a bike and a bottle of Jack Daniels.

It's the one story you told me when I said

          Tell me something interesting.

In other words: Bury yourself.

                            Hand me an injury.

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