No tiene tu mirada,
lleva una de esas piezas ajustadas al cuerpo
como si el cuerpo estuviese ahí
al alcance de todos,
como si esperase la tocaran,
o no.
Pide un trago,
me mira,
alguien me sacude para que lo sepa,
pero ando perdido
en un campo de lechugas.
No hay lechugas
ni campo,
pero estoy perdido.
No en el rojo de su piel
ni de su gesto.
Ella,
simplemente
no tiene
tu mirada.
¡Muchas gracias por tu visita!
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She doesn’t have your gaze;
she wears one of those form-fitting outfits
as if her body were right there,
within everyone’s reach,
as if waiting to be touched—
or not.
She orders a drink,
looks at me;
someone shakes me so I’ll notice,
but I am lost
in a field of lettuce.
There is no lettuce,
nor a field,
yet I am lost.
Not in the redness of her skin
or her expression.
She
simply
doesn’t have
your gaze.
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