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      heaven is not so far
                    distant from earth,
         nor snow so far different
                   in color                  from coal;

          fan of the past
                  open with a piss
                  on hot
           coal white in soft

                    always if admonished
                    were the dart

                        for turn
                drawn out, the boar

           statue marked
                         world fur
           redolent of bosky pitch

           from the burrow’s limit
                    into hunt. world turning
                    under the dart
                           a dart through the poles.

                        yet the boy
                pissed on himself,
             astonished        the goddess
                        would androgynous

                “why if never thought
          myself lovely
              enough deserving
                  it there!

            further from my hips
   standing certain
            to have spent life

then told
        someone saw me
           up ahead,
oval heart        oval earth”

    his arms incomplete
       (thought himself a lassoer)
                   are silence
             campfire doused black

             blood of incest
                      though history
              is a blizzard
     and are mystique. sputter

             boreal corkscrew
     pitch-glide       discolor
  ensuing what

                   lanced back through powder
   darting tusk
              into groin

                        anemone death
    ammoniac wind
                         a cinder


Camilo Roldán is a poet and translator. He is the author of the chapbook Amílkar U., Nadaísta in Translation (These Signals Press) and La Torre (Well Greased Press). His poems have appeared in Quaderna, Sink Review, Aufgabe, [PANK], and elsewhere. He is the editor-in-chief of DIEZ.

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