by Roseann Cima

5.9.2011

va jugando con el tiempo
she the pretty anarcho
feminist says
of exposures
I could take one of Macchu Picchu
and then one of you
sin girando la pelicula
the sun is moving the
afternoon is gone
se fue.
a journal in verse might be
a possibility.

7.9.2011

spectating polo en
bici, I am thinking
of the 8-year-old in me that comes out,
quiet, when it’s so hard to
communicate.
thats who I am sometimes, me
alegre que decidiera no jugar 8
year-old me
couldn’t ride a bike.

9.9.2011

the tango bar was much
crazier than esperabamos
manana tenemos cita para bailar salsa con:
una pareja homosexual
nuestro verdudero y
the character rachel refers to
affectionately as
wolfman.

14.9.2011

yesterday
was a good day
we went to a monumental apology
and a biblical theme park
in between
a man with one tooth
showed us his fish.
I can still write as if I were
in love. I bought
3 alfajores (I think I forgot
the lunch I packed) one for
George one for Nick
one for me.
while he gabbed about
fishing culture, while
the slippery soft catfish
spent itself in the dry bucket, I
kept an eye on his tooth
which was long & off-center it’s
a fun mouth to imagine having,
and I thought about how I’d package it.
I will already be home when
the postcards
arrive
I have already eaten
my alfajor I have already boarded
the plane.