La amorcito of the translator
pulls aside
clothesline
boundaries
sun-sweet
sheets
bestows
un besito
winks
says
entiendo que
somos manos
I know who
we become
only press
of palms
¿understand
we’re infinitely
cupping voices
in bodies built
to house
flowers?
si entiendo
las manos
dipping
las palmas
into cool
streams
fingers along
rockbed
¿do you
love yourself
more when
I speak?
claro que si
wash lips in
cupped hands
taste earth
somos
manos
soy una
y you
the other
we leave
a seam
where
water
drips
out
Lisbet Jackson is a poet from Colorado Springs. She currently attends Bard College, where she studies Written Arts and Spanish while also pursuing her teaching master’s. With a passion for language in all forms, she thrives off creative expression and linguistic exploration, often delving into the art of translation.