SARAH JEAN ALEXANDER [15.095] Poeta de Estados Unidos

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.