Translated by Lola Hidalgo-Calle and Mark Putnam I never enter, I surrender to its noble narrowness of winters without escape with braziers in the
You touch me and I go all directions at once— wayward, starstruck by street signs and alleyways, hopped up on a muddy trail’s unfamiliar
Say no. Say Shiloh. To within, from now on, say without. Can you hear him? Exactly. And wherever all that beautiful disappeared to to