Morgan Parker, Si te cansaste de quedarte despierta (+2)

Michelle Kondrich/para The Washington Post

SI TE CANSASTE DE QUEDARTE DESPIERTA

Regá

las plantas. Tomá

mucha agua. 

No escuches

el noticiero. 

Aburrite. Quejate 

del clima. 

Tené un sacacorchos

en tu cartera. 

Deslizá a la derecha

algunas veces. 

No sonrías 

a menos que 

quieras. Quedate a dormir. 

No veas el noticiero. 

Acordate que 

el mundo es como

para personas blancas. 

Escuchá 

cantinelas.

Usá hilo dental. Tomá pastillas. 

Mantené la

mente en blanco. 

Cuando estés

de resaca

no digas

no tomo nunca 

más. Sé honesta

cuando estés a la

altura. Sino

tomá agua

mentite

apagá el noticiero 

quemá los papeles

salteate los funerales

tomá pastillas

reíte de pelotudeces

cogete personas que

no te interesen

usá la olla eléctrica

usá la juguera

usá la licuadora

tomá agua

del cielo

no pienses

mucho en el cielo

no pienses en el agua

salteate los funerales

cerrá los ojos

cuando se pueda

Cuando brindes

mirá a todos a los ojos

Nunca puntúes

al Presidente

Escribí las noticias

Convertite

en agua

Regá

la salida de emergencia

Quemá el papel

Destrozá las cartas

En vez de

jacintos agarrá

hortensias

Regá las hortensias

Dejá marchitar las noticias

Blanqueá las hortensias

Tomá el agua

Inundate de 

cantinelas 

Mantené la mente en canción

No sonrías 

No marchites

funeral

funeral

Traducción de Federico Tinelli

Leído en ESCRITURAS INDIE

IF YOU ARE OVER STAYING WOKE

Water

the plants. Drink

plenty of water.

Don’t hear

the news. Get

bored. Complain

about the weather.

Keep a corkscrew

in your purse.

Swipe right

sometimes.

Don’t smile

unless you want

to. Sleep in.

Don’t see the news.

Remember what

the world is like

for white people.

Listen to

cricket songs.

Floss. Take pills.

Keep an

empty mind.

When you are

hungover

do not say

I’m never drinking

again. Be honest

when you’re up

to it. Otherwise

drink water

lie to yourself

turn off the news

burn the papers

skip the funerals

take pills

laugh at dumb shit

fuck people you

don’t care about

use the crockpot

use the juicer

use the smoothie maker

drink water

from the sky

don’t think

too much about the sky

don’t think about water

skip the funerals

close your eyes

whenever possible

When you toast

look everyone in the eyes

Never punctuate

the President

Write the news

Turn

into water

Water

the fire escape

Burn the paper

Crumble the letters

Instead of

hyacinths pick

hydrangeas

Water the hydrangeas

Wilt the news

White the hydrangeas

Drink the white

Waterfall the

cricket songs

Keep a song mind

Don’t smile

Don’t wilt

funeral

funeral

de PoetryNow (PoetryNow, 2015)

B O N U S  T R A C K (x2)

Beyoncé fotografiada por Tyler Mitchell

para Vogue Estados Unidos 

ALL THEY WANT IS MY MONEY MY PUSSY MY BLOOD

 

I am free with the following conditions.

Give it up gimme gimme.

Okay so I’m Black in America right and I walk into a bar.

I drink a lot of wine and kiss a Black man on his beard.

I do whatever I want because I could die any minute.

I don’t mean YOLO I mean they are hunting me.

I know my pussy is real good because they said so.

I say to my friend I am broke as a joke.

I am Starvin’ Like Marvin Gaye.

I’m so hungry I could get it on.

There’s far too many of me dying.

The present is not so different.

Everybody looks like everybody I worked with.

Everybody looks like everybody I’ve kissed.

Men champion men and animals.

Everybody thinks I’m going to die.

At the museum I tell the school group about Black art.

I tell them the word contemporary.

I have a nose ring I forget about.

I have a brother and he is also Black.

I am a little modern to the fault.

I say this painting is contemporary like you and me.

They ask me about slavery. They say Martin Luther King.

At school they learned that Black people happened.

The present is not so different.

I’m looking into their Black faces.

They do not understand that they exist.

I’m Black in America and I walk

into a bar and drink a lot of wine, kiss a white man on his beard.

There is no indictment.

I could die any minute of depression.

I just want to have sex most of the time.

I just want my student loans to disappear.

I just want to understand my savings account.

What is happening to my five dollar one cent.

I am free with the following conditions.

What is happening to my brother.

What if I do something wrong.

My blood is so hot and wet right now.

I know they want it.

I do everything right just incase.

I don’t want to give away my money but here I am.

It’s so stupid I have to say here I am.

They like to be on top.

I am being set up.

I am a tree and some fits areru good and some are bad.

en There Are More Beautiful Things Than Beyoncé, Tin House Books, 2017

*

Every second I breathe, I forgive. 

Morgan Parker

(California, EE.UU., 1987)

Reside en Los Angeles

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