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Juan Luis Guzmán
POEM FOR THE DL MAN WHO LOVED ME
cabrón, you give good guilt. You make of me
something wild. Cabro cabrón.
this animal in me
you hold power over me like carcass
between lips, a kill not meant for feast.
release this animal-release in me
treading on the clever goat-feet
my grandmother warned about.
Diablito. Secret keeper. I signed your book.
Teeth cage my tongue from slipping.
In your eye, you hold
the sweetest meat; in your cheek
you’ve sewn away my taste.