Of all the freedoms
you, perhaps,
chose death.

And the watercolors of our childhood
are fading
vanishing into thin air …
Through the salt marsh I will search for you
when the sun allows me to look back.

I will arrive at your grave to leave you
a branch broken off an almond tree,
and a poem killed by anguish, which you
have already illustrated with your blood.

Copyright 1992 by Alicia Partnoy. Reprinted from Revenge of the Apple – Venganza de la manzana, published by Cleis Press, with permission from Alicia Partnoy. Translated by Richard Schaaf, Regina Kreger, and Alicia Partnoy.

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