Washington Dc Travestis

A city force
(1990)

Because desire is a question whose
nobody knows response

Luis Cernuda

belong

a race of women are destroyed



midnight voices torn
profiles suggest


are they the ones with the sad reputation

of abandoning the fall


those who know them

times
appointed need not be exhausted



forget



with many roots

calling from your body still intact
waiting


challenge

tell me

traffic

fire cracks
deserved

keeping me

back near my name

interrupted many times by strangers without mission

with traces of water on the hands and those crazy

that empire behind me



those who were busted

image in

shore corridor that leads to start





broken in the beginning
landless
no one who follows me to the only door

pierced the skin



anyway needed
grow without encountering
ask the heavens
another land



express my views

otherwise go for the low


always collecting water outside


hurt your cattle

invaded me full of



River
without
homeless or patio to wait





there is a time of hope and high streets

a man

a dream an angel to write


always in the wood of desire



in the farthest corners of what I can not say




one woman shadow intended

that as I repeated their faces


cracks in a street with no name

resist

to lie to make us good
the tree just hang

fear and desire as no one asks

when we left holding the eyes
roots
started the return



allow strangers to guess what stops us



this
call him escape

but I insist that hurts

what scares
wound is not closed on the table
or the womb of a virgin
amazed

talk about rocking and dropping the desire to throw a


complete with
body language with a country going through gender
invalid nicknames

without admitting improper matters


clings to these walls sustained in the flesh to force city