A Poem By Christopher Rey Pérez

I’m in Brazil but I’ve been living

in Argentina      The bus is cold

~full of spiders~      Eyes the size

of my hearts      like morning

stars in ice chests      Dumb

bobo’s not only mine

Saída de emergência two seats

down      Who was in São Paulo

if I go back to Texas      Why

return      I haven’t slept

horizontally in three days

No reason rubbing

belly yellow      I won’t turn

that page of “Molloy”      Skype-ing

is impossible      Dried blood in

the chest      Rorschach test

Is this about the problem

of Evil      a pencil broken

in a glass of water

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Christopher Perez Christopher Perez

Christopher Rey Pérez is a Visiting Lecturer at Al-Quds Bard Honors College in Palestine though he's spending Summer 2013 in Madrid, translating La tumba de Keats by Juan Carlos Mestre. His writing appears or is forthcoming in Paperbag, Housefire, The Scrambler, Caliban, and other journals. A small chapbook, On the Heels of Our Enemies, was published by 98editions in Beirut. He is also the editor of the forthcoming journal, Dolce Stil Criollo. Alamo, Texas is his hometown. He loves bachata.

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