The hornet

a DGI

There isn't a hornet humming in the top of my name,

I'm not a fool, woman.

But sometimes when you call me

I see these yellow dashes bove the corners

of my eye, and these cellophan wings scratching

the thin layers of breath among us, and your mouth

pierced with needles and the terrible sound

of this hornet humming fiercely hind your closed lips.

(Soñado entre Saltillo y Matehuala, 6 de abril.)