Parading

above a flare of etchings, a lineage

in letters, my sudden stare. It’s you.
in letters, my sudden stare. It’s you.
It’s you! sang the heart upon its mantel
It’s you! sang the heart upon its mantel
pelvis. Blush of my breath, catch
pelvis. Blush of my breath, catch
of my see—beautiful bird—It’s you. —Lorna Dee Cervantes, after García Lorca
of my see—beautiful bird—It’s you.
—Lorna Dee Cervantes, after García Lorca

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