The geese continued to eat. / The eggs absorbed the oil. / I tried to pick out the mother / while my father asphyxiated embryos, / his head turned towards the gaggle in humane / say-so. I wanted to …

"Far from me, somewhere, that thought was thought in a mind not so utterly mine..."

I raise my hand. / A conductor. Darling, lightning, / let’s begin. You, singing / in the off key. Me, / in the wrong skin again. Hold / your applause. Don’t / approve. It’s not / like that. …

It is as dumb to deny the tragic character of the world, as it is to deny the necessity of hope in your account of human life. The telling question for the artist is: what sequence are you going to …

The table with an uneven leg / is wrapped in white ruffles, / a candle flickers / and Baby Jesus / opens his eyes – shutters beneath / his curly stucco hair. / After I threw him from his bed of hay …

Una mesa de pata dispareja / envuelta en fustán zapoteca, / el cirio agoniza, / un niño Dios abre los ojos como postigos y / su cabello estuco rizado, / cuando lo tiré de su cama de heno / pegué …

Ti mexa’ bidó’ ñee cuanda / nahui bizuudi’ / sica rusuchaahui’ ti gunaa za, / ma cazui’ gui’ri’, / nuxhele’ Niñu guiropa ndaga guielú, / guicha íque guiiu nabidxu / gulee’ …