{"id":54587,"date":"2024-03-27T10:34:42","date_gmt":"2024-03-27T16:34:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/tierraadentro.fondodeculturaeconomica.com\/?p=54587"},"modified":"2025-06-24T20:35:56","modified_gmt":"2025-06-24T20:35:56","slug":"la-carne-de-nuestro-utero","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tierraadentro.fondodeculturaeconomica.com\/?p=54587","title":{"rendered":"La carne de nuestro \u00fatero"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

I. A poet’s body & a Lilith flower<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n

the skies finally shone blue after massive amounts of rains<\/p>\n

& there she was with sun kissed shoulders color canela cutis picking up her diet coke & a taco from the taquer\u00eda at the gas station across the street<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

how could I have known that it was her? that she would be all of the womxn I slept with\/ all of San Pancho in her very being<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

wearing a white dress that fluttered like cotton fields do<\/p>\n

my eyes blurry from sleep<\/p>\n

a dress like it was the 1950’s<\/p>\n

but it was today\/out of all the days it was today<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

puckered red lips <\/i><\/p>\n

estrell\u00e1ndose <\/i><\/p>\n

cal\u00e1ndose<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

I went home with god\/ we stripped each other naked\/ kneeling on her bed\/ I dove inside her\/biting her inner thighs\/ her scent burnt tire wet musky dirt\/ her mouth making an O every time she came\/ quietly trembling\/ the day & night orgasm & sweat\/ the kind of love making that leaves you relieved & smelling like a lover warm salt for days on end<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

& she kept biting my earlobe each bite a continuous whisper<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

mi putita, mi querida putita
<\/i><\/p>\n

mi putita,<\/i><\/p>\n

the poets have become numb<\/p>\n

in their bodies<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

& she intent on rubbing my body raw\/ until it came over & over again like a poet’s body should<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\u221e<\/span><\/p>\n

the thing is you turned left passed the corner where the blue casita was\/ I couldn’t see you once you were in the alleyway\/ the street was cobblestones & the night a full moon exhaling a fog of sorts\/ but I could still hear your footsteps\/your high heels echoing lonely\/ & suddenly the corner was curls of cigarette smoke\/everything was a Lilith flower & the night breeze was wet<\/p>\n

\u221e<\/span><\/p>\n

est\u00e1bamos en el fondo del mar\/todo se escuchaba igual cuando estabamos adentro del utero<\/p>\n

\u00bfte acuerdas?<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

El cuerpo de un poeta y una flor de Lilith<\/b><\/h2>\n

los cielos finalmente brillaron azul despu\u00e9s de enormes cantidades de lluvias y all\u00ed estaba ella con hombros besados por el sol, color canela su cutis \/ tomando su coca cola light y un taco de la taquer\u00eda de la gasolinera al otro lado de la calle<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\u00bfc\u00f3mo podr\u00eda haber sabido que era ella? ella siendo todas las mujeres quienes me hicieron el amor \/ todo San Pancho en su ser<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

llevando un vestido blanco que se ondeaba como los campos de algod\u00f3n \/ mis ojos borrosos por el sue\u00f1o \/ un vestido como si fuera de los a\u00f1os 1950 \/ pero era hoy<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

labios rojos fruncidos<\/i><\/p>\n

estrell\u00e1ndose<\/i><\/p>\n

cal\u00e1ndose<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

me fui a la casa de dios \/ nos desnudamos \/ arrodill\u00e1ndome en su cama \/ me sumerg\u00ed dentro de ella \/ mordiendo sus muslos \/ su aroma a neum\u00e1tico quemado tierra h\u00fameda a almizcle \/ su boca formando una O cada vez que se ven\u00eda \/ temblando en silencio \/ orgasmo y sudor d\u00eda y noche \/ el tipo de amor que te deja aliviade y oliendo a sal c\u00e1lida y h\u00fameda d\u00eda tras d\u00eda<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

ella mordiendo mi l\u00f3bulo de la oreja \/ cada mordida un susurro<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

mi putita, mi querida putita<\/i><\/p>\n

mi putita<\/i><\/p>\n

los poetas se han vuelto<\/i><\/p>\n

entumidos dentro sus cuerpos<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

y ella empe\u00f1ada en m\u00ed frotando mi cuerpo crudo hasta que llegara una y otra vez como el cuerpo de un poeta deber\u00eda<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\u221e<\/span><\/p>\n

lo cierto es que doblaste a la izquierda pasando la esquina donde estaba la casita azul \/ ya no pude verte t\u00fa entrando al callej\u00f3n \/ la calle era de adoquines y la noche una luna llena exhalando niebla \/ pero a\u00fan pod\u00eda escuchar tus pasos \/ tus tacones altos resonando el hueco de alg\u00fan llanto vac\u00edo \/ y de repente la esquina era rizos de humo de cigarrillo \/ todo una flor de Lilith y la brisa nocturna estaba h\u00fameda<\/p>\n

\u221e<\/span><\/p>\n

est\u00e1bamos en el fondo del mar \/ todo se escuchaba igual cuando est\u00e1bamos adentro del \u00fatero<\/p>\n

\u00bfte acuerdas?<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

II. With our mothers’ flesh how do we come home?<\/b><\/p>\n

the body began as mitochondria<\/p>\n

in the depths of what was formless once<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

an uninvited guest in the home of unknown<\/p>\n

light that doesn’t know how to be eye<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

the body coming from nothing<\/p>\n

the darkest parts of what could have made eternity<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

she became dirt & will over & over again<\/p>\n

lips attempting new organisms of language<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

a tongue a vagus nerve a leash to hold the neck a galloping ribcage<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

the body attempted nothing at all<\/p>\n

after all, the entirety was the will of mitochondria<\/p>\n

eyeing the nothing of what sought to be tongue muscle<\/p>\n

all so distant like childhood summers tend to be<\/p>\n

with whole seasons in one entire day<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

this cuerpo’s gaze being the distance b\/w the sunset & the red landscape\/ a horizon made from a set of atoms of an atom has become a set of tripas rotating like guzanos do right before they transform into something else<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

when they would come home from the mink<\/i><\/p>\n

factory the children would say <\/i><\/p>\n

huelen a animalito <\/i><\/p>\n

stretching their limbs outward like trees<\/i><\/p>\n

tend to do with armpit sweat stains                                             <\/i>the children would<\/i><\/p>\n

reach up and hang from their                                     mothers’ arms<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

here a collapse of time where we recede from our mothers’ wombs<\/p>\n

the smell of their flesh always on our flesh\/what does ama do for a living?<\/p>\n

\u221e<\/span><\/p>\n

all this time I didn’t know how to see the sea\/ then night came & you told me to look over my left shoulder\/ I almost didn’t hear\/ how the waves crashed against the rocks\/ the rocks that look like our cheekbones & the lines that form your neck\/ I wanted to see your face before the light of the stars showed\/ & a driver passed by calling out\/ it is cold tonight come home<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Con la carne de nuestras madres \u00bfc\u00f3mo volvemos a casa?<\/b><\/p>\n

el cuerpo comenz\u00f3 como mitocondria<\/p>\n

en las profundidades de lo que una vez existi\u00f3 sin forma<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

un hu\u00e9sped no invitado en el hogar de lo desconocido<\/p>\n

luz que no sabe c\u00f3mo ser ojo<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

el cuerpo viniendo de la nada<\/p>\n

las partes m\u00e1s oscuras de lo que podr\u00eda haber hecho la eternidad<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

ella convirti\u00e9ndose en tierra y volviendo una y otra vez<\/p>\n

labios intentando nuevos organismos de lenguaje<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

una lengua un nervio vago un lazo para sostener el cuello costillas galopante de alg\u00fan cuerpo<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

el cuerpo no intent\u00f3 nada en absoluto<\/p>\n

despu\u00e9s de todo, la totalidad era la voluntad de la mitocondria<\/p>\n

mirando hacia la nada de lo que buscaba ser m\u00fasculo de lengua<\/p>\n

todo tan distante como suelen ser los veranos de la infancia<\/p>\n

con estaciones enteras en un solo d\u00eda<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

la mirada de este cuerpo siendo la distancia entre la puesta de sol y el paisaje rojo \/ un horizonte hecho de un conjunto de \u00e1tomos de un \u00e1tomo se ha convertido en un conjunto de tripas girando como los gusanos hacen justo antes de transformarse en algo m\u00e1s<\/p>\n

cuando volv\u00edan a casa de la f\u00e1brica de visones<\/p>\n

los ni\u00f1es les dec\u00edan huelen a animalito<\/p>\n

y las madres estirando sus pedazos de carne<\/p>\n

como suelen a hacer los \u00e1rboles con manchas de                                      <\/i>sudor en sus axilas, y los ni\u00f1es se alzaban y se                             colgaban de los brazos de sus madres<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

aqu\u00ed un colapso del tiempo donde retrocedemos desde los \u00fateros de nuestras madres \/ el olor de su carne siempre en nuestra carne<\/p>\n

\u00bfqu\u00e9 hace ama para ganarse la vida?<\/p>\n

\u221e<\/p>\n

todo este tiempo no supe c\u00f3mo ver el mar \/ luego lleg\u00f3 la noche y t\u00fa me dijiste que mirara por encima de mi hombro izquierdo casi no te escuch\u00e9 \/ c\u00f3mo las olas chocaban contra las rocas \/ las rocas que parecen nuestros p\u00f3mulos y las l\u00edneas que forman tu cuello \/ quer\u00eda ver tu rostro antes de que la luz de las estrellas se mostrara \/ y alguien en su coche pas\u00f3 llamando<\/p>\n

hace fr\u00edo esta noche, ven a casa<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

III. En Mictl\u00e1n the voices are sweet like the ripples of the lake<\/b><\/p>\n

color plum are his lips\/ i put salt & lemon on plums<\/p>\n

where you from?<\/p>\n

i like to always say i am from the tomato fields, but i\u2019m from california\/ there is whiskey on his lips he slurs leans over<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

i hate california<\/p>\n

hush i secretly love it there<\/p>\n

texas is my home<\/p>\n

i haven\u2019t come out here in over 18 years<\/p>\n

my brother has leukemia<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

oh i\u2019m sorry but there was a time where i tattooed three tears just there above the cheek & the curve of the bone\/ see right there\/ can you see where? really close to the eye it is really tender there it is our most ancient truest form<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

i tattooed my self in red & black ink<\/p>\n

i wasn\u2019t angry<\/p>\n

i haven\u2019t spoken to my brother<\/p>\n

over 18 years<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

& mar\u00eda says<\/p>\n

no se que hacer con el ya no se,<\/p>\n

estoy cansada<\/p>\n

y sus hijos ya no le dicen nada, se sale<\/p>\n

no regresa en toda la noche,<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

& she says               le gusta ir a donde le pican la cola<\/p>\n

a marriage is a marriage<\/p>\n

we have three boys together three boys<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

but poems whither & die\/what does that say about our essence? our being? i don\u2019t know\/if you look far in enough into that distance\/ you will find yourself in a crowd surrounding<\/p>\n

a beached whale because of the low tide\/ there is a sound that she makes\/ she makes a sound against the wet of the sand\/her lips are purple& torn\/she starts wondering if we are just poems<\/p>\n

of God<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

when we frame\/ we look to see them\/ we want to see<\/p>\n

them disappear as they turn past the bushes<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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