Two Poems By: Luna Miguel
, March 2nd, 2014 07:17
In its first trip to Continental Europe, this week's new writing comes from Barcelona via two poems by Luna Miguel - from the unpublished book The Stomachs - translated into English by Kevin Cole
Luna Miguel (b. 1990) lives in Barcelona where she works as journalist. She is the author of five poetry collections.
She has also published the story Exhumación, written in conjunction with Antonio J. Rodríguez. www.lunamiguel.com
MY FATHER EATS LAMB
Teresa’s veggie cakes made you nervous
you needed something drier
something more like yourselves, like meat
that’s why you threw rocks at big mountain cats
that’s why you chucked rocks at big rats
that’s why you looked at the rain with surprise
as if you were rational underneath that cloud.
The dog barks at the eagle,
the cat bites the robin
further below the foals and mama
each one more famished.
I miss the micro climate,
the ancient copy of Thomas Mann
getting damp in the hammock
excellently translated according to the blurb
The butterfly fled and we were hungry
that’s why the color green scares you
that’s why you threw rocks at the fruit trees
and you love that which is yours because it's only your own
and you love that silence which flesh has.
ROTTING OF THE HEART, OR BLACK HEART
I believe in mites,
in the way in which mites stick to our scum.
I believe in the feline respiratory system,
in its astute and agitated cough. In its obituary cough.
I believe in interspecies love,
in the brotherly wink of a fed pet.
I believe in what I create and what I invent,
in the color of contagious fruits.
I believe in cooking, in aroma, in baby food,
in the filth when the summer dairy’s expired.
I believe in calico fur,
in the metaphor of Buddha’s jaw.
I believe in simple friendships, in jasmine,
I blindly believe in the color black,
in the way in which its hunger embraces our scum.