maria negroni/ tr. anne twitty

once I have named you
I won't be able to restore you to desire
to a climate of blank
spaces

I prefer you like this               like now
cage with a cloth
covering

...camera panning slowly, my curiosity taking notes on your body: temperatures--planes--volumes. An enclosure, a cunning animal, who starts everything, always, blood boiling, eyes, this almost rage. Why have I come? To interrupt what indolence? What kind of presumption? What burning never?...I insist on the details (astonishment). So much hope hiding within a meticulous image.

in the dream I am born between your legs
they are delicate lattices           windowleaves

you break out laughing
it could have been
tears
          an image dread of world

I am not raving

only time is confused (rebels)
time swells in me

Maria Negroni, LA JAULA BAJO EL TRAPO/CAGE UNDER COVER