MARÍA LLORÓ / BLUE SKY TEARS

for Javier

Ministry of Tourism
edict:
henceforward, islanders, utilize
naturally strippable skies –
way to have
succeeded
since our bluedock
coats are shredded;
pitchy patchy citizenry
sailors,
rum ’uns, several-headed,
ordered to repair
indoors, permitted only
strictly
necessary sky-strips, un-
satisfying radical geo-
metría – ay, María,
azul
celestial’s glued beneath
pinked nails, jiffed
away multiplicatory trapezium
smiles,
leaving this oval
blank of face –

MARÍA LLORÓ / BLUE SKY TEARS

qué hacer, flat-out
cielo
emplasters our changing-room;
if window glazing
wipes out outsideness –

Me
extraña tu ausencia,
absent carnivaller, auditor;
specks of dust
general
all over island,
(dóndequiera, mi general)
who’s to rationalize
(merced)
our clean-up job?

Estamos listos. Bring
the Google car.
Presentable.
We’re readied by
being gone again.