1 article(s) translated from Galician from “Carnia Haikai” (Magazine) By Elvira Riveiro Tobío | June 1, 2014 The hour of the dawn When the bedsheets conspire To wage anarchy. * A glutton for you: When my mealtime is over I lick my finger . . . * Ill-mannered, ill-bred: I am ever inclined to Eat with my fingers. Spit mixed with spittle, Late-flowering figs, shellfish, wine . . . Drink, and drink again. Ill-mannered, ill-bred: When I yearn to address you I talk with my mouth full . . . * Inside your vessels There simmer viscid juices, Drought-stricken desert. The forefinger seeks The...
