Eva, the wind just crumbled in through a hole in my cell, and I can smell the sea.

Eight years, and this sweating room is closing in with letters to you;

each one an atom of my love; each one a weeping monument.

The sun hasn't run through these bars in three days; I sweep the floor with my feet.

What am I to do when I can't remember your tongue? You dance

on the floor of my heart with your castanet sambas. Tu eres el pajaro:

You fly in circles around these stone walls, I knew it was you, I knew.

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Did you mean to send me here? I didn't mean for it to turn out this way.

Oh, woman; you spun me westward, and I went:

Before the tide came in, before the cows were lowing

I crawled through your sheets and into your dress:

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Oh, Eva, I tell you, te quiero: The sea sends me your sighs.

The only thing forcing food into me is the barrel of a gun, and the sight of the sky.

If only to hear life, I learn new languages: Portuguese, pigeon, and me.

I dreamt you on the Acropolis, in your sienna dress and the birds around;

The Apocalypse is nigh, as usual. Bring it to me; I will wrap my arms around it

and embrace it like a friend. What am I to do when I can't remember your veins?

You race through mi mente pierde, filled with Spanish blood. Tu eres el pajaro:

You live in stacks of yellowed paper, I knew it was you, I knew.

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Did you mean to send me here? I didn't mean for it to turn out this way.

Oh, woman; you spin me downward, and I go:

Before the tide comes in, before my next visitors

I crawl through the dark and into my dreams:

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News lines the halls of my neighbors: Did you hear? or Can you tell?

Foreign dialects I can't understand; sweaty, men shout in angry words.

Oh, darling; if there was some way to get back to you, I would.

Your letters never reached me, if you sent them;

You'd never respond to mine if I got them out to sea.

This metal wreath weighs sharply on my ankles.

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Dear God, there's something I wanted to say:

God, there's something I wanted to tell you,

There's something I wanted to do:

Saturn, you wrung my emptiness.

I saw the sunlight through your dress.

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The next sun is setting through the hole in your head

That I never meant to crawl through.