Ivory Black [Dissolves]

                       Dissolves

In ancient liquids        The black in shimmers

 

The harp like architecture its strings over unexpected rain

from echo to echo they draw their roughness they stop

If only I could            Seek within lack


 

     small incisions in the body like a drug they enter

let slip the poison they salivate they seek a place

dream cavity: I am inside it


 

They graze the air the harp strings

And carry them toward you

They stretch out along the waves   Sustain us

The sluices now open

Crackle in this refraction

Movement toward the stain


 

What is black breathes black at the window

                                 Where do I listen?

The harp broadcasts

Runaway sensations                 Without roots


 

Shades of night blue

Between the two of us:         Explode

From Negro marfil / Ivory Black by Myriam Moscona. Copyright © 2011 by Jen Hofer. Published by Les Figues Press. Reprinted with permission of the translator.