Villanueva, R. A. 2015
Not vinegar. Not acid. Not
sugarcane pressed to mortar by
fist, but salt: salt, the home taste; salt,
the tide; salt, the blood.
– R. A. Villanueva, “Archipelagic”
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DIVEDAPPER // R.A. Villanueva
“Poetry is trying, it seems to me, to conceive of how our universe works. “
Tonight, my mother paints her nails
black—a shade she names, “Dark Matter.”
She numbers what’s left of her cells,
tells us of this burning inside
her knees, laughs a promise to fight.
– R. A. Villanueva, “When Doves”
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