These bloody characters are too dim to let me read it. When
in doubt, say settler colonialism. When in doubt, feel guilt. Blood
is as much fiction as fiction is. Now
that he's knows he's Spanish, he asks what this means. Those
late nights dancing salsa in the bathroom, watching
your teeth fall out. I am adopted to myself, my scattering impulses
gathered like a clutch of birds: Ahuimanu. What would you do with a
woman who had no papers, no relatives? How would you run your gas
station in the States? Embassy
as
cage or fortress. The narratives were all myths of abandonment and
finding, of ditches and roads and an orphanage that
had been a
palace. Rooms pulsed with infant cries. Children in school uniforms
played soccer. Blood is thicker than blood. It runs in the city of
your being found. The news shifts to Bruce Jenner.
The body is fiction; soul is not. What we see cannot be defined, but
what we are is.
--25 April 2015
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