Crinoline Variations

In honor of Constitution Day in Mexico, we present the work of one of today’s great women of Mexican literature.

Carmen Boullosa
Mexican
b. 1954

 

Everything rushes
(the fish, the ant)
and I toward the tomb,
my final crinoline.

I run, from the basting and the grammar of my dresses
(great crinoline),
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.

“Hush,”
said the fish,
“I’m out of here in a crinoline.”

It journeyed and journeyed,
the whale;
the sea was its crinoline.

Everything rushes,
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.

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