Bilingual, Former

liquid brimful
phonemes

sucked
into mouth

for twenty years
I do not swallow

my lip-seal
pressurized

amphibious
tide to moon

a taut catgut
Life — I

greedy
hold you back

deliberately
I want to say

no rainfall anywhere
in this garden

dry creekbed
thornless geology

knee-high
salt volcanos

how can
the not-named

germinate
no, that’s not right

the firetree keeps
up ring

after ring
how can I reap

from my throat
sepulchral

first
go knee-

deep in Patagonia
scrub abutting

granite abutting
clean glacier

this the trail
where you bite

a forgotten fruit
blueberry-like:

cool mouthfeel
into memory

memory into language —
ca-la-fat-eh, calafate, calafate

a bust gasket
my past juice

welling out
can feed

new bliss
of foliage

a whole
brimming

river basin
impatient

rewriting itself