BUILDING L: LOS DANANTES
I’m tired of speaking the language
of my dreams, with its childhood rhymes
and tidepools, its bulbs exploding
on schedule into clusters of grape
hyacinths. Let’s order brides on the internet
and shape our mouths into fruits
or kitchen utensils. Isn’t the weather
fine today? Would you like some sugar
in your coffee? When we visited
the ancient Zapotec city, we crouched
in the temple of los danzantes and studied
the curves of naked men presumed
by early anthropologists to be bent
in dance. We now believe them to be
corpses, genitals replaced with
flowery scrolls. This is what I mean
when I talk about dancing.
ABOUT THE POET
Betsy Michtell Martinez received an MFA from the University of
Michigan.
Her poems have appeared in The Northwest Review and Crab
Orchard Review.
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