Poem IV from Section I (Amoebas) of the book "Ameba Maga", 2.0.1.3. editorial, Mexico City, 2014.

as if here there were a certainty

or a certain skill i change course

toward the braid that breaks out in the neck and overtakes me

and feminizes my beard in the wind

and twists and knocks the bottom out of my belly

like a stubborn vine for clumsy

genders and their sudden deaths

where hiatuses of design elliptical genes swing

as if here there grew an uncertainty

or the stroboscopic dance of a transitory body

rocking an empty cot (and its transparent

embryo, impalpable)

like an oyster depearled

Poem: Juan Salzano.
Translation: Evan Leed.