“I love you, with my mute fingers. With butterflies of air I make you tatted lace. With the blind power of my sad eyes I rehearse a work of theater for you. With my love I make you a forest.”— Lupe Gómez, tr. by Erin Mouré, from Camouflage: Poems; “I Love You,”
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violentwavesofemotion: “I love you, with my mute fingers. With butterflies of air I make you tatted...
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