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Mónica Gontovnik
(Colombia, 1953)
Guava Marmalade
Some color still at the bottom.
the small jar open
waiting for me to wash it.
My german side says:
“it is not finished yet”
This semi liquid stuff made from the fruit
that speaks of my roots
crimson origins
broken leaves minuscule pits
is there really no hope.
I watch the guayaba’s sweetness
gather for my eyes
the design on the transparency
wonders
will we ever become soft enough
to mold to the shape
of our sorrows
Translated by Mónica Gontovnik.
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