blanca
by marielos olivo / translation by willy palomo

In that moment

don't think of anything else

survive

You’re ready for everything

bombs

bullets

vultures

Fall in love

with a woman

no

hide that

in your belly

suck it in

so it don’t flow

to your hips

pray that it don’t rise

up to the eyes

Hush

staying alive

in that war

only wish for that

*This poem first appeared in the collection Tres Tercas Trincheras published by Edizioni FormArti in a trilingual Spanish-Italian-English edition.