Our fourth--happy anniversary, Guy! Gorgeous Unfinished Wood Braced in Grey Iron Save us from being devoured by the new thatch or the shiny nails. Xunka’ Utz’utz’ Ni’, “So the New House Won’t Eat Us,” translated from Tzotzil by Ámbar Past They are eating us, the lamps dangling like fruit from curvy metal stems that sucked up days of browsing catalogues, the Sony 24” HDTV and the media console, gorgeous unfinished wood braced in grey iron, that cost more than we thought, the witchy bedroom blinds that can be lowered from the top or raised from the ledge to stop curious eyes, the kitchen cart, the black bookshelves, the dish drainer, the shower caddy, the vacuum cleaner, the plastic food containers that swallow each other like Russian dolls. Close the mouths of the envious, Kajval, shut up the scolding socialists. Let the hermit crawl back to his hole. We will pray to the spirit in things, we will pray to you, Kajval, Mother, Earth, turning first, with clasped hands, to the fading photo of sister, husband and baby Hannah on the black bookshelf, turning next to the dining table that father Norval built from cherry wood and you, love, drove for nine hours across four states from Cincinnati, and add our prayers to those of the Mayan lady, who is poor beyond our imagination, but tallies our hearts: Let the saints in their coffers, the voices that speak from inside old chests, stand up for those who live in this house.
Posted on: Wed, 04 Jun 2014 22:30:31 +0000
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