I once swallowed your hair
To get something easier out of you
Sometime later I taped a rusty pin on my exhausted back
To load you into my oblivion
The tape goes completely worn
Every square moon I blow wet petals
I found on the Internet
Your name by an excavating Ice Maiden chance
After a shot of “long time no see”
Almost like the school boys of France
In front of the old cave paintings in Lascaux—
All I got was untouchable sapiensis.
Heavy green massive mountains
are being severely scraped,
their deepest writing carved, printed, traced
typed as if cursive in exchange
of what, to the comma, the period,
the texting, the text, or the texter?
After a tenacious attempt
to awaken shrunken rocks unnoticed by linear time,
I thought I had self-inflicted
the impossible, highly predicted, long time prophesied
I was persuaded back to the enormous consolation
going after the possible one step ahead, freshly nested.
My eyes got weary & sleepy,
unlike the rocks, unlike their early morning feathers.
Samiri Hernández Hiraldo ©2021