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CON ESOS OJOS
A conjuring, an invocation.
To bring a vast landscape to a place where it trespasses and transcends.
To drape a queer-dripping body over an unsuspecting architecture.
To really see the body here and there, manifesting a communion of worlds.
My mother asked me as we drove between volcanoes and fields of ripe sugar cane, “do you see yourself in all of this?” I said, “Yes. Of course, I do. I feel it in my blood.”
Will she recognize herself there?
2022-2023



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