Translation: Sarah J. Turtle &
Iņaki Mendiguren
Removing heads
There are
women's skins that are
stickier than the smell of scales
There are
feminine hands that go right to the guts
without knowing how to empty the insides
There are
bloods that mingle on one's lap
There are
fish that have one's husband's expression
There are
gills one puffs and pants to remove
There are
bodies that have the shuddering of the waves
There are
those that go to bed with the sea
as with an unfaithful lover
There are
women
that cut the heads off the fish as if removing their own
© Leire Bilbao
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