Translations
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by Liliana LukinTranslated from Spanish by Lisa Rose Bradford
not what the tongue says
but the tongue in its rosy flesh,
vulva of another hollow,
not the tongue’s pleasures
in sonorously luminous
mouth-melt,
not the word’s meaning
but that instrument of
happiness burning within,
cornea of what’s invisible
to sightless touch,
not the accord of understanding
but comprehension gnawed
till blood is drawn
till we see how
the letter slips in whole.