Sarah Jean Alexander
Vive y escribe en Brooklyn. Su primer libro, "Wildlives", aparecerá en 2015 en Big Lucks Books.
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Traducciones de Óscar García Sierra
HORÓSCOPO
si nuestro sistema solar tiene ahora 6 planetas
cuánto tiempo voy a pasar despierta hoy en la cama
hay matemáticas en alguna parte de esa pregunta
como, 5 tazas de café en 2 horas
7 viajes al baño y un agujero extra en mi cinto
la camarera se asegura de que le dejo la correspondiente propina
esta noche escuché un poema en mi contestador automático
mi ordenador empezó a poner música solo
fue como magia, y un poco como el infierno
no, no recuerdo haber aprendido a chupar una polla
simplemente recuerdo no saber hacerlo
y luego de repente saberlo
siento ser mala amiga
siento ser mala amiga
siento ser mala amiga
leí tu horóscopo todos los días durante 3 semanas
deberías mantenerte alejado de mujeres pelirrojas
ERUCTO
me sentí inmensamente triste esta noche tras ver
eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
por primera vez en mucho tiempo
seguía pensando cosas como
"eso es tan típico de mí" y "ojalá te hubieras quedado" y me sentía segura
de que soy exactamente igual al resto del mundo
la proporción cabeza-cuerpo-tetas de Kirsten Dunst
me confunde de cojones
todo el mundo es un poco más afortunado que yo
no soy esclava de nada en realidad
excepto de mi bello corporal, supongo
que toma como sus propias decisiones
acuérdate de aquella vez que nuestra cabezas estaban muy cerca
y empezaste a decir algo
y accidentalmente me eructaste en la boca
me miré al espejo esta noche y pensé
"no creo que vuelva a ser feliz nunca "
bah, es hasta bonito, ¿no?
"no, no lo es, y no te olvides
de que tú tampoco lo eres
ha ha ha ha ha"
CREO QUE QUIERO CONOCERTE DE UNA MANERA SUTIL
como un parpado que no para de pestañear
tras veinte minutos y lo único que puedes
pensar en hacer es permanecer bajo
la ducha cuando el agua está muy fría
soy una opción estimulante mientras la otra única opción
está “aún más perdida que hace un minuto”
un juego divertido es adivinar de cuál
de las tres personas de las que estoy enamorada
es aquella de la que lo estoy más
presiona mi mejilla con tu palma pesada y plana
cuando tenga pesadillas en medio de la noche
y tú seas el único que lo vea
CUANDO LA GENTE ME DICE COSAS
sé honesto
¿cuántos de los libros
que has marcado en goodreads este año
has acabado en realidad?
creo casi todo
de la gente que conozco
cuando me dicen cosas como
La semilla del diablo es aterradora
así que no la vi
mientras todo el mundo en mi piso lo hacía
aparecí para el final
y pensé
esto no da miedo
pero probablemente haga falta
verla entera
¿qué crees?
HOROSCOPE
If our solar system has 8 planets now
how long will I lie awake in bed today
There’s math somewhere in this question
Like, 5 cups of coffee in 2 hours
7 trips to the bathroom and an extra hole in my belt
The barista making sure I’m tipping her accordingly
I listened to a poem left in my voicemail tonight
My computer started playing music by itself
It was like magic, and sort of like hell
No, I don’t remember learning how to suck dick
I just remember not knowing how,
and then suddenly knowing how
I’m sorry I’m a bad friend
I’m sorry I’m a bad friend
I’m sorry I’m a bad friend
I read your horoscope everyday for three weeks
You should stay away from women with red hair
BURPED
I felt immense sadness tonight after watching
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
for the first time in a long time
I kept thinking things like
“that’s so me” and “I wish you had stayed” and felt confident
that I am exactly the same as everyone else in the world
Kirsten Dunst’s head to body to boob ratio
confuses the hell out of me
Everyone is just a little bit luckier than I am
I’m not a slave to anything really
Except my body hair, I guess
It sort of makes its own decisions
Remember that time our faces were really close
and you started to say something
and accidentally burped into my mouth
I looked in the mirror tonight and thought
“I don’t think I’ll ever really be happy again.
Huh, that’s sort of beautiful, isn’t it.
“No, it’s not, and don’t forget,
neither are you,
ha ha ha ha ha”
FLESH FORMED BOW
the chair i am sitting in sprouts a fifth leg
and i feel shaky and imbalanced.
the sky turns from blue to green.
there is a small child sitting cross legged
in front of me, facing me.
i remember seeing him yesterday
in a different room, standing.
someone behind me starts to cry.
i don’t turn around.
i stare at the boy from yesterday.
he asks,
‘when did i arrive?’
he looks up at the now yellow sky and speaks again.
‘was i late?’
i reach out my hand but i can only
graze the tip of his nose with my fingernails.
part of his nose falls away as his nostrils
become larger and blacker,
creating two holes in the direct center of his face.
three seconds later a faceless child sits
cross legged in front of me.
he speaks again, but this time with his hands.
‘the sky looks like the sea today.’
above our heads the yellow has morphed
into a brownish orange as blue hints at the corners,
threatening a comeback.
i look back down at a pair of legs,
crossed at the ankles,
staring at me
silently
like a flesh formed bow.
PAINT
your dinner party was weak.
i wanted to tell everyone the story
of how i met you.
how i picked you up–
you were a hitchhiker–
i picked you up off the side of route 7.
you said you totaled your car about two miles up the road.
you said your phone was dead.
you said you just needed a ride to the nearest gas station.
before you got out of my car
you said you ‘needed to borrow like,
ten or fifteen dollars to place a phone call
and figure out how to get home.’
i thought you were attractive and
we had good conversation in the car.
you seemed to have a positive outlook
on the day, despite the wreckage you owned
in a ditch somewhere a couple miles away.
i thought you were attractive and
we had good conversation in the car,
so i lent you a twenty.
you got out of my car
and walked around to my window and said,
‘you wear too much makeup.
i made everything up.
don’t you feel stupid.’
and you ran in the opposite direction.
you didn’t even go inside the gas station.
i began to think you made the whole thing up.
i ran into you a year and a half later
in the food lion parking lot.
you didn’t skip a beat and said,
‘how have you been, man?!
i never thought i’d see you again!’
you appeared to have gotten even more attractive.
i had started to wear less makeup.
you invited me to a dinner party at your place
later that night.
everyone was mid-twenties but
i could definitely tell that these were
your friends from high school.
your place seemed nice.
i hung out with your dog the whole night.
i couldn’t figure out why you stole twenty dollars from me
or why you asked if i felt stupid
or why you ran away.
i couldn’t figure out why you invited me to a dinner party.
maybe you felt guilty.
maybe you felt nothing.
but i kept thinking
‘speak up
speak up
speak up’
so i told all of your friends,
one by one,
how i picked you up when you were a hitchhiker
a year and a half ago.
things got weird.
so i went home
and painted my face.
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