Aprilia Zank
the blade of my mother’s peeler
reveals the salmon red, juicy flesh
of the carrots
with unaltered precision
as sharp as ever
after all those years
on crudely refurbished records
Gardel reels his passión
in words pregnant with vowels
that unleash endorphins
long before the morphemes
reach the left hemisphere
alma de mi vida
corazón
amor
at the poetry workshop
they teach you
to forget words –
hope
soul
sadness
turn to scrubland
and we delete our hearts piece by piece
lest their beats should sound obsolete
in my kitchen
a bandoneon challenges the eternity
with suspiros de amor…
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