Disillusionment Sutra The smallest unit of hope is fantasy— I am wishing again for peace though the razor, some minutes ago, was pulled out of my right thigh, stained. I want to believe loneliness, gutted, will reveal the primacy of devotion, that the body, in the absence of hands holds itself. But look, all this […]
Four Poems by Pamílèrín Jacob
Mary Jaimes-Serrano 