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Notes on Seroconversion.

Notes on Seroconversion

   Since then, every day I've sought
   a new sense of being.

   I do not worry about being
   a man,
   that is,
   I do not worry about being
   my father.

   I've kept track of the days
   with particular interest
   in the jicama's tuberous root.

   Whatever fear was
   was distilled
   to a single sensation,

   like a ring
   -finger tracing the eminent
   spine of a book.

   I have chewed clover
   in the presence of guests,
   made sure to shake the sediment
   off my boots.

   Like the salvia I have spoken
   in a placid voice,
   a deep pleasure like lake
   -water obscuring these words.

   I came to a conclusion:
   shame is a construct, a sorry
   pocket in which any pittance
   seems frivolous.

   At some point, I matriculated
   as a magpie,

   I have been happy
   to report
   all traces of forlornness
   have dispersed.

   And the body, humble & pliant,
   finds the utmost joy

   telling tall tales ad libitum
   while holding
   a hairy rope.
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Author:Hernandez, Ricardo
Article Type:Poem
Date:Mar 22, 2019
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