Mary C. López
Una mujer de líneas y procesos.
And there I was,
with a trembling gait
that doesn't want to be heard
that doesn't want to be noticed
wishing I wasn't there.
But no one can be absent
from themselves
nor ignore themselves
while being present.
And I was there
in the shadows of oblivion
clinging to your memories
biting your desires
barely slipping into you
and yet
so profoundly present
like the root of a tree
that is drying its branches.
I didn't know
how much you were master
of my geography
and I was surprised to learn
that between you and me
the distance became null
and the bond
that binds us indissoluble.
Mary C. López
Una Mujer de Líneas y Procesos
Tam. Méx. 22.03.2025
with a trembling gait
that doesn't want to be heard
that doesn't want to be noticed
wishing I wasn't there.
But no one can be absent
from themselves
nor ignore themselves
while being present.
And I was there
in the shadows of oblivion
clinging to your memories
biting your desires
barely slipping into you
and yet
so profoundly present
like the root of a tree
that is drying its branches.
I didn't know
how much you were master
of my geography
and I was surprised to learn
that between you and me
the distance became null
and the bond
that binds us indissoluble.
Mary C. López
Una Mujer de Líneas y Procesos
Tam. Méx. 22.03.2025
