Iowa Writes

LINA FERREIRA
from Refranology


MÁS VE POR EL OJO DE UNA TETA

or

      See more through the eye of a tit.

or

      There are some people, in some occasions, when their       sight is so diminished that their eyes seem to become       entirely as obsolete as a pair drawn on, or any other limb       for the task of seeing. Fingers, maybe, or even nipples.

or

      They might as well fit glasses on her breasts.

or

      "Don't bother."

or

      Like that time I drove my car into a light post. When there was ice on the windshield, and snow on the road, and the street lights had all gone out except for one flickering bulb on the distance, and I fell asleep. Or when we swam at night and bats hit the backs of our hands when they came swooping down for a drink. Or when we watched Un Chien Andalou and I became obsessed with slicing eye balls open. Or that time they let me slice cow eyeballs open. Or when you sat across from me holding a carving knife and told me you were going to do terrible things to me and I believed you.

MÁS VE POR EL OJO DE UNA TETA

or

      See more through the eye of a tit.

or

      There are some people, in some occasions, when their       sight is so diminished that their eyes seem to become       entirely as obsolete as a pair drawn on, or any other limb       for the task of seeing. Fingers, maybe, or even nipples.

or

      They might as well fit glasses on her breasts.

or

      "Don't bother."

or

      Like that time I drove my car into a light post. When there was ice on the windshield, and snow on the road, and the street lights had all gone out except for one flickering bulb on the distance, and I fell asleep. Or when we swam at night and bats hit the backs of our hands when they came swooping down for a drink. Or when we watched Un Chien Andalou and I became obsessed with slicing eye balls open. Or that time they let me slice cow eyeballs open. Or when you sat across from me holding a carving knife and told me you were going to do terrible things to me and I believed you.


***


DE TRIPAS, CORAZON

or

      Of tripe, heart.

or

      In the midst of terrible things, one has only to make the       best of them, sinking into them does little, if any, good at all.

or

      Of lugs and stomachs, hearts.

or

      "Buck up."

or

      Like my mother upside down and sliced down the middle. Doctors holding her ankles, the bed flipped—seventy-five degrees. Blood dripping down her stomach and on her chin as a baby slips back into her. Like my mother's heart and a doctor yelling, she's passing out, she's giving out and she needs blood flow, blood flow, blood flow now! Like a vertical scar down her abdomen that she points to and says, "Look." Drawing with her index an invisible horizontal line over the scar, "It's supposed to look like this."


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LO QUE QUIERES ES QUE LE PIQUEN CAÑA

or

      What he wants is for someone to cut up sugar cane.

or

      Some people seem to want not merely access to the field,       and permission to take of the harvest, but also for the       owners themselves to cut the sugar cane and serve it to       them with ice water.

or

      He wants more than he deserves, and better than anyone       ever will.

or

      "Would you like the moon as well?"

or

      Jesus kept the garden behind the classrooms. Teachers called him Jesus, but we called him Chucho, or "¡Chuchito! ¡Chuchito!" A round man in a blue overall jumpsuit and chest hair caught in his zipper. "¿Chuchito tiene caña?" He'd take the machete from his belt, "Porfis Chucho, porfis," and cut sugar cane for us while we chanted in dissonant unison. Then he'd go back into the garden quietly while we chewed through math class until our gums bled and we drooled sweet blood water on our notebooks.

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LINA FERREIRA

Lina's sister claims she is an idiot when it comes to absolutely everything but staying alive. She has been at it for over 25 years now.

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