Gesture with Both Hands Tied
I’m going to open the borders of my hunger
and call it a parade.
But I’m lying if I said I was hungry.
If dying required practice,
I could give up the conditions for being alone.
I undress in the sun and stare at it
until I can stand its brightness no longer.
Why is it always noon in my head?
I’m going to run outside and whisper,
or hold a gun and say bang,
or hold a gun and not do anything at all.
The lamps that wait inside me say
come, the gift is the practice,
the price is the door.
From Cenzontle (BOA Editions, 2018). Copyright © 2018 by Marcelo Hernandez Castillo. Used with the permission of BOA Editions.
Marcelo Hernandez Castillo
Marcelo Hernandez Castillo is the author of Cenzontle (BOA Editions, 2018). A founding member of the Undocupoets, he lives in Marysville, California.
Date Published: 2018-04-04
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/gesture-both-hands-tied