Dying in an Earthquake in Mexico City
posted Sep 18, 2012
It's not us. Itís the universe
throwing us up. I used to have a lot
of trouble with verbs. I used to be
mystified by action.
when you said†me entrego a ti,--
I heard, I bury myself in you,
so I imagined a shovel or a tomb
or a coffin, as in†your cadaver
was there, but hidden.†It was a question
of tone, a question of distance.
Me entrego a tió
I surrender, transfer, pay, deliver
to you. And when do the sirens start?
Me entierro a tió
I bury forget, thrust (myself) to you,
into the earth, onto the jagged
crescent†of your chipped front tooth.
Itís an adolescent story you told me
about a bike and a bottle of Jack Daniels.
Itís the one story you told me when I said
Tell me something interesting.
In other words: Bury yourself.
Hand me an injury.
Taste of Cherry, winner of the 2008 Prairie Schooner Book Prize in Poetry. Her work has been published in AGNI, Blackbird, The Kenyon Review, Gulf Coast, and The Rumpus, and elsewhere. A recipient of scholarships from the Bread Loaf Writers' Conference, the Vermont Studio Center, and the Santa Fe Arts Institute, Candito is an Assistant Professor of Creative Writing at the University of Wisconsin, Platteville. For more information please visit her website.is the author of
Candito’s poem “Bestiary” also appears in this issue.