the poet /el poeta

 The poet

With red eyes

I inquire at all the publishing houses

each morning.

What do you think?

As if I were selling fish.

For this day

I sell myself.

For one more day

another stab at my beauty.

Struggling all night long.

But in the morning

what the knife doesn’t cut

hunger does.

With red eyes

I give myself up

like a flounder in the market.

What do you think?

José Elgarresta

de su poemario bilingüe Monólogos

http://alacenaroja.com/ebooks/monologos-monologues-jose-elgarresta/

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