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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY - 11/2011
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CHARLIE GUZMAN The Epistles Dear Father, I’m here. I’m among the smudging palm trees of my airplane window, among my translucent reflection. I’m among the people speaking in tongues: “Que bien, que bien.” I walk in tile cracks; through security and Bacardi bottles. I get lost in labyrinthine corridors, meeting my luggage at the middle of baggage claim. A man offers me a taxi, speaks English. I smile, say si. The sky is cloudless. Airplanes become mosquitoes, their engines leaking blood. I ride the taxi “home.” Thirty bucks, with tip. Cubist house: Our home. Paint peels in tears, exposing the bony concrete. I see the blocks and their arthritic joints. I see a staircase guarded by crested anoles. They attach themselves to the slanted corners of the walls. They even sunbathe on the slats of the jalousies that leaks me into your empty room. I see the ants huddle in the corner. A mirror reflects the cinereous web poised above their heads. I take to exploring the cracked panapen leaking white blood into the drain of vertigo road. I explore with feral dogs, who claw and chew at my sides. We hunt the pieces of past – broken watch gears guarded by iguanas. I explore in silence. I speak my own tongue. I speak the null. Sincerely, Tu Hiyo. 13 July Charlie Guzman is an aspiring poet and founder of Burro Char magazine. His main focus is experimental writing, specifically writing exercises such as the surrealist games and the Oulipo exercises. He has been published in Literary LaGuardia Magazine and Symmetry Pebbles, and soon to be published in First Literary Review and Toe Good Poetry. He hopes to become a full-time poet in a country of economic ruin. |
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