The Existential Nothingness of Crabs - Lil Marie Herrera

I make verses in the air

they crackle toward the infinite prophecy.

Crackling.

Crackling.

I dance

building with my feet

a trampoline of clouds

I twirl like a ram

now I am a she-Christ

now, navigator

now face up

now about to expire

My wings levelled

in

a dive

Yesterday, again, I leapt from the Bridge

of the Americas

today I stare at my naked feet

upon the earth

I write plummeting parachute poems

I will not return to the place of butterflies

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Lil Marie Herrera (born 1965) Panama

Translated from the Spanish by Lina M. Ferreira C.-V.

Source: inTRANSLATION