Hello, and welcome to the Semiotician to the Stars.
This prose poem was originally published in Reed Magazine, the literary journal of San Jose State University. I decided to publish it here, since it was the original point of embarkation for the Bear Heart prose poem.
Also, I have been getting a lot of international traffic to my Web site. Greetings to all…
Gunpowder kohl lines your eyes, powdered sugar on alabaster skin, I watch you devour a jaguar limb to gristle. Spots fly and stripes flay, I sit at your table for the semi-divine meal. I have a red raincoat, I have clove scented smoke, I have intuitive reason, I have heartbreak, and I think of that day, the collective dream of the earthquake, of children’s pencils drawing jagged lines on paper, of cartoon figures shaky limbed. You ripped out my still beating heart and showed it to me, a bestiary of blood and pump, a carved shell with obsidian blood. Seven deities watched from the sky and shook their heads, no, oh no. They tried to tell you, they would have stopped you, if not for the limp in my eyes and the white of my soul gleaming. You placed the jaguar heart in my rib cage like the winding of a clock. The seven deities shook their heads, she will grow stripes, she will move too fast, and she will growl with hunger. I return home: girl body, jaguar heart, clove smoke, red raincoat.