(Venice, July 3, 2oo9) LIQUID SCULPTURE If all ended here, if everything was closed,
suddenly, like a trap, not regret.
hear a buckle on the other
buckle up the quilt.
Then, the bodies of storm, theirs is a cyclone
silk
mine is a log dump,
and the intersection of memory and forgetting, and nothing
affirmation of possession and leakage of planes
on flat on flat.
(Luis Muñoz, Matches , Madrid, Visor, 2001, p. 48)
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