Articles/Essays – Volume 52, No. 1
Limen
What I want is between softness and stone,
between god and Adam— what I want,
is something between fruits and meats.
I want to move on the water and out of the water,
I want to hang from the tree and rot in the earth.
I long for such separate and opposing things.
I turn my head left and right;
I wish I could face both directions,
my body rended, running east and west.
I turn to god, I turn to men,
and I turn ahead to see trees.
This tree says, I’ve got all the answers.
I think—
where is the border
between the skin of women
and the skin of that fruit?