Your mind-
I wish I could flip through its pages,
like one of your deerhide manuscripts,
folded accordion style,
I want to read you like a book,
your wonderful painted glyphs,
I wan to guess their meanings,
the things we'll never know
Here's where I dump my unfinished poetry. The title of the blog comes from the Nahuatl phrase "in tlilli in tlapalli" (the black, the red) which is a metaphor for codex writing. Poems that I decide to revise and make more presentable will be deleted from here.
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