Sangre brillante
que fluye entre mis piernas.
Pedazos de vida
que no estuvo de ser.
Mi sangre
brillante
pours life out of me.
And I’m tired.
Sangre
pools between my legs
and like a leaf
depleted
crumples
and falls
to rest.
Rest.
I’d like to be like a leaf.
And as I’m being depleted
crumple
and lay
to rest.
But mi sangre
calls to silence.
Silence of a consumed body.
Ignored.
Rejected.
Because mi sangre
y la de mi madre
flowed on silence,
over the silence of consumed bodies.
Ignored
and rejected.
Blood pooled
between my weakened legs.
Blood made voids
that were never replenished.
Voids
made so silent
whose presence was forgotten
as if they never existed.
But floods howl every season.
The pools between my legs
weaken
vacate
leave space.
Implores presence
Stillness
Rest
and allowing life’s motion
abandon the body for a minute.
And rest.
