“My Heart Cannot Carry The Weight”
My heart cannot carry the weight of your romance and gloomy storm until my tongue raises the bloodstained noisy matter that seizes it. Already my tongue, slow and long, is a heart, now my heart is a tongue, long and slow… Do you want to tally up the sorrow? Walk out and count the sweet specks of embittered sand. My heart cannot carry more of this misery with the floating specter of drowning flying in its blood and sinking without support. And yesterday, inside yourself, you wrote to me that you have homesickness, leaning halfway toward my body, halfway toward the hole.
— translated from the Spanish by Smith