Comma
at that point, at that final place, at that extreme, where the act of being doesn’t even matter, or rather it isn’t really certain that it’s true (After Reinaldo Arenas by way of José Martí)
Mundos
Field
At the side of the varied
On turning ground (Diviners)
Cuentos y cuentas (Notes on embodiment)
Invocation
Tongue in Hand
Notes on embodiment
Eclipse
Wide Path
Ain’t I Épistémè?
And, perhaps, here, between
Mourners ensemble
Sin nombre
Communing with the past (2)
Vessels (II)
Untitled
Afterwards, we shall read your bones (For Belkis Ayón)
Jaulas
Carrying Over
Plumb (virtues of skeletal men)
Mask
but I sound better since you cut my throat
American pictures
Let us gather in a flourishing way
Elmina Castle
Invocation for a return
Body
Untitled (We are a thousand petals to no one)
Consent not to be a single being
The days of yesterday are all numbered in sum
Offerings (I)
Messages from invisible sources or what people think of as progress (Duchamp)
Two Dead (Spiral Jetty)
At night we walk in circles
let X stand, if it can for the one’s unfound (After Proceso Pentágono)
Hatshepsut (I give in order that you give) or defacement of its referents,
