In honor of Constitution Day in Mexico, we present the work of one of today’s great women of Mexican literature.
(the fish, the ant)
and I toward the tomb,
my final crinoline.
I run, from the basting and the grammar of my dresses
toward the laughter drawn on the dead man’s skull.
“Goodbye,” her final words. “Death to the power of the crinoline!”
I travel aboard my tomb,
in a crinoline my entire life.
said the fish,
“I’m out of here in a crinoline.”
It journeyed and journeyed,
the sea was its crinoline.
and I to my tomb
to take off my crinoline.
From the governance of the crinoline,
they take from me an oar
and a chocolate.