by Astrid Cabral.
Translated by Alexis Levitin.
And the day arrives
(ill-omened or tokening relief?)
when you attend a feast
but feel no hunger
when you have a bed
but do not want to sleep.
There are still roads
but you lack the impetus
to take another step
Yes, there is still life left for you.
But where are the arms
with which to embrace it?
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