maria negroni/ tr. anne twitty

it’s like this

thanks to your suffering I am exempt
my cheeks burn
I am capable of uniquely dirty tricks
no morning sun                      at the tip of the tongue
I whirl past you like a waterspout
flower of the plum

this is miracle

(screaming your head off)
–I could bash your brains out you piece of

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