Rosa Alcalá
Homophonic Translation
We like things written
on us, juicy
not the least of which
what is your team
the ironies
I thought my favorite sweatshirt
(damaged in print shop)
said a coat
of sugar, my budding
coquettish-ness, my wild
code switch
still yet
my narrowing
field
But cringe years later
at the truth
Côte d’Azur
a place I’ve never been
well what message
was that to anyone
on the bus?
How would
wet snow turn
to fine sand
for any
of us
In desert storms?
on Jersey shores?
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