Maria Sevilla

                                 I knew a guy who was dyslexic, 
                                 but he was also cross-eyed, 
                                 so everything came out right.
                                 Harmony Korine, Gummo

 
I don’t have words to describe
the violence of a body so naked
under clothes. I imagine
Frida Kahlo and Carol Rama:
penetrating one another. The beauty
of a pneumatic erection,
orthopaedic, ripping you
the shit between the buttocks:
shit to have a name,
shit to have skin,
shit of a womb tied in knots
with all the kids you won’t have.
                                    But I
don’t have words to tell myself
the embarrassment of a body so naked
under clothes and I only know
to look at it through the key hole.
I imagine your presence
piercing me. The beauty
of a pneumatic erection,
orthopaedic, ripping me
the shit between the buttocks:
shit to have a name,
shit to have skin,
shit of a womb tied in knots
with all the kids I won’t have.
                                    Because I
don’t have words to describe
the horror of being my own police
inside clothes.

                                 I knew a guy who was dyslexic, 
                                 but he was also cross-eyed, 
                                 so everything came out right.
                                 Harmony Korine, Gummo

No hay palabras que me digan
la violencia de un cuerpo tan desnudo
bajo la ropa. Me imagino a
Frida Kahlo y Carol Rama:
se penetran. La belleza
de una erección neumática,
ortopédica, una brecha
de mierda entre las nalgas:
y que mierda tener nombre,
que mierda tener piel,
que mierda de matriz trabucando
los críos que no tendréis.
Porque
no hay palabras que me digan
la vergüenza de un cuerpo tan desnudo
bajo la ropa y sólo sé
mirarlo por el hueco del cerrojo.
Me imagino vuestra presencia:
me taladra. La belleza
de una erección neumática,
ortopédica, una brecha
sin pudor entre las nalgas:
y que mierda tener nombre,
que mierda tener piel,
que mierda de matriz trabucando
los críos que no tendré.
Porque
no tengo palabras que me digan
el horror de ser, bajo la ropa,
mi propia policía.

                                 I knew a guy who was dyslexic, 
                                 but he was also cross-eyed, 
                                 so everything came out right.
                                 Harmony Korine, Gummo

Ne postoje riječi kojima bih opisala
brutalnost gologa tijela
pod odjećom. Zamišljam
Fridu Kahlo i Carol Rama
kako se penetriraju. Ljepota
gumene, ortopedske erekcije
koja vam para
prljavštinu među guzovima:
prljavštinu vašeg imena,
prljavštinu vaše kože,
prljavštinu maternice koja se izlijeva
svom djecom koju nikada nećete imati.
Ali ja
nemam riječi kojiima bih si opisala
sram tijela tako golog
pod odjećom koje samo znam
promatrati kroz ključanicu.
Zamišljam kako me vaša prisutnost
probija. Ljepota
gumene, ortopedske erekcije
koja mi para
prljavštinu među guzovima:
prljavštinu mog imena,
prljavštinu moje kože,
prljavštinu maternice koja se izlijeva
svom djecom koju nikada neću imati.
Jer ja
nemam riječi kojima bih opisala
užas što sam sama sebi policajac pod odjećom.