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FIVE POEMS FROM LOBO DE LABIO (LOBESLIPS)

 

Translated by Jen Hofer

 

(rifle)

 

To fall in your grave and return to the wind, gamut of oblique
worlds in each step of strength and in your closed form,
in that frictioned factory, the ending finally fuses and the grave founders
in my body.

To fall in your grave is not to fall in my body.
Grave of gullets or rifle from your lip to my lagoon.

 

 

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