¿ are you
on the other side
waiting
for alarms
in a desert
of sleepless
evaporations?
¿ are you
beside yourself
in the aisles
that distance
makes shorter
than light waves
in the daylight
that pounds
a lead slab
in the soup
that the winter
dissolves?
i make signs everywhere, with sticks, stones and leaves
for those in the clouds from below the line to arrive
i don’ t have a language to speak to you with, my tongues are all fish
i know that a one is a circle, and that nothing is round,
except every corner i saw by the hearts
lined up on the spine
i know that the winter will finally be here again, and that the summer
will die and be born with its ice
