[Poetry] Languaje by Jack Little


Llenar blank leaves of hojas,
wrap them tight
in silent ayches, yolling ells.
[olas de tears] un ojo
wrinkles, the other
empalagoso [miss you, querida]
raquítico armchair, we slide
soñolientamente [I can’t say your name]
into tomorrow
through archos,
sloshways,
canal boats
miel, jarabe [with scratching “jah”]
steal me across the river again