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I look in the mirror
I look at the Indian women
I look at the colonizer
I spread my legs
and shove
flowers
cactus
animal
god
the cosmos inside me
I explain to the god
with a female bird’s face
that I have nothing inside
that it’s just a creator’s fantasy
that in me no one can be born
because nothing survives
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exiled
illiterate
errant
b o r d e r l i n e
I want to be
gold india morena
Una india
who makes them
forget my history
and a part of yours
Bird doesn’t want to be god
or to have the face of a bird
She has existential attacks
and would like to read anything
other than a calendar
She wants to dance this night
of skulls without flags
to smoke on buds in bloom
between seas
cactus and desert
between jungle and dew
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To lie outstretched beneath heavenly bodies
of ancient gods
and reject her forefathers
I called her
Ngünechen & Quetzalcoatl
Negrita Ñaña Compa
We speak in tongues
of sad days
and of hunger
a hunger that can only
be spoken
when you are hungry
She didn’t want to be an ancestor
I tell her that I didn’t either
And so we say our goodbyes
listening to songs
on this old wurlitzer
that snuffs the glow of war
in this final dance.