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A Story of Love and Faith/La Milagrosa
Near-prayer and not. Pink, red flowers, orange and yellow
flowers and white. In this very moment, for different reasons,
this is as specific as I can be in both languages.
Day of the Holy Cross-she dies, feminely,
on Dia de la Cruz. Exactly who performs the miracle?
The dead and buried son shimmers to his mother's
dead and buried breast to suckle. Miracle. Thinking of
Archimedes's bathwater, the Cuban sculptor gives her
density, porelessness, in 20th-century Carrara. Exactly.
It is true statues are cruel when they're not. On the edge
of my cowardice, reason. Who exactly could call me
by name in that cemetery? Gladiolus, ginger, lilies. Young
women are a series of images. We are regimes.
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