About Lydia

• Remembering Chris Webb: 1973-2008
• A Note from The artistic director
• Border Play
• Close my eyes and you're there:
  A Poem by Octavio Solis
• LOTERÍA: La Vida Cecilia
• Slanglish Glossary
• Mining Memory: An Interview with Octavio Solis and Juliette Carrillo

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Close My Eyes And You’re There

 

the million ghosts of you there
walking all the directions of the world
stepping through the strife and impatience
with freckled hand, freckled wrist
freckled all the way to your moistness
eyes the color of sea glass,
and freckled there as well.

the penumbra in the room’s silence is you
the filament in the bulb is you
the apple posing for its missing painter is you
and even on my thighs I think I see
your spectral face condensing
in the waning hours of the night
numb with seed, smiling.

all the ghosts of you threshing the room for me
less here than before
less than air, than thought
less than even you.

—Octavio Solis,
July 1, 2007