Vol 1 No 2 2007
" Ollas". Juchitán, Oaxaca. 1985, Mariana Yampolsky © Fundación Cultural Mariana Yampolsky
1001 Nights
1001 genies. Where
did they go? What happened
To the wishes? The body
tricks you every time. All
I asked, one him to the next, was
just three words: To be free. All
I've got's a lot, dirt unto dirt
piled with pots—barreled, squat,
vats, crocks: stacks, walls,
blocks of pots. Horizons
of pots, constant sighing—
Rub Me, Rub Me. Here's
my sign: Lorena, Queen
Of Tureens. Hung in the shrine
where the cross would be. Some
people say I got my wish: "At least,
now, they're empty." Rub Me, Rib
Me, Rob Me, Robe Me. Your voice
gets ruder and lewder.