BIO
Adriane Seville is a Latin American poet who splits his time between Mexico City and Austin, TX.
For Itzalina Cortez
Your regal name is enough
to call out the tangerine
sage
from fragrant slumber in the
pine-oak
to weep its pink crustacean blooms
Your name brings with it water
and the dark magic of blood
raising the tender palms crowned
with Cotingas
their coloraturas weaving
countermelody
The velvet wind of the witching
hour
across dreaming feathers of beryl
and emerald
is your only true
enunciation.
The absinthal taste of
the marigolds
that bloom in the mouth of
Mictecacihuatl
is your remembrance.
For Lorca
First
they left your body in a ditch
alongside
three others.
The
ditch must have been wide and long
easy
to imagine
sun
and blood and dark Spanish hair
no
more than four bullets.
Then
they said
“natural
accidents of war.”
easier
to imagine
many
other ditches full of poets
sun
and blood and dark Spanish hair.
A
country of ditches.
Now
they say
“official
orders
executed
immediately
after
having confessed”
to
wanting to fill the ditches.
with
deep
song
the
lace spun from salt
the
bodies of bullfighters shrouded in silk
and
the bones of their bulls
Bring
your lost bones to France or Vermont
and
marry the boy with a dark tongue
who
smells sweet and sharp as a sickle
marry
the boy who sings hymns
into
the hole they put in your head.