Mónica Nepote, trans. Becca Klaver
The rain returns
to touch the sidewalk
with the feel of a solitary woman.
The ballerina
of the walls
shudders with a limpid moan.
We the deaf
Live in lukewarm bodies.
In desolate
rebellion
we open the window.
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