IN THE POOR LIGHT 
THAT LETS ME GO UNSEEN
IN MY SLOWNESS, ALONE
I ABANDON 
EVERY CREDO 
EVERY DOGMA
EVERY ECHO
EVERY ENLIGHTENMENT
EVERY DISSIDENCE
EVERY RESISTANCE
AND IMAGINE YOUR FLUORESCENT FASCISM
SPUNKED ALLOVER MY FACE


A SIMPLE THREAT
TO THE ENTIRE HUMAN RACE 
WITH NO ONE LINE TO BLAME
NO ONE TO DEDICATE THE SPECIES’ SPILLING
THE NIGHT COOLS THE SPERM
CONDENSED IN AN AUSTRAL
ISLAND 
TWO OR MORE HOMOSEXUALS
OR MAYBE JUST A NEUROTIC
CLINGING TO A MISERABLE RHETORIC


YOU FOUND ME FROTHING
I LACTATED MERCURY
I HID IN THE HAZE OF A CITY WHERE
THE ARCHITECTURE IS ALL THOUGHT IN RELATION TO 
MOISTURE AND HATE.
IN THE FRICTION, THE EAGERNESS TO MODULATE TEMPERATURES
I PLANTED MY FOREHEAD AGAINST THE GROUND
BOTH CHEEKS TINGLING
MY ASS BABBLING
WHAT WAS WHISPERED IN THE AFTERNOON 


LUBRICATING LIFE SO AS NOT TO DIE
THE HEART ISN’T A METAPHOR
WITH MY SPHINCTERS, TOO, I EMBRACE YOU
WE FOLD SO TOGETHER TO ENTER 
AND TO CONTENT OURSELVES
DURING THE IMPOSITION OF MOURNING.


IT’S YOUR LITTLE GUARDIAN ANGEL FACE 
HAIL THAT RISES TOWARD THE ATMOSPHERE
CONDENSING IN A PERFECT FOOT
THAT WHICH KICKS THE JAW OF GOD IN 
IT RAINS MOTHS
THEY COVER THE GROUND
WHERE I SURRENDER TO THE EPILEPTIC LUBRICITY. 
THEY SWAP MY COLUMN 
FOR A TELESCOPE.


F. Tibiezas Dager (b. 1997) is a daughter, friend and lover. She is also a Lima-based artist and writer working critical approaches to nostalgia and harm as a starting point in the production of profitable identities.

Translated by Judah Rubin