Night Walk
In nighttime’s thicket
God glistens his teeth
of fireflies and stars.
Pequod Blues
Do not call me Ishmael:
the whale is but a bleached flea
on a colossal cobalt spine.
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Jean G. Burset Catinchi (San Juan, Puerto Rico, 1993). Author of Herrumbre (Riel, 2019).
Pequod Blues is translated by Anna Ferrer Anechina.
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