Prayer

BY FRANCISCO X. ALARCÓN

TRANSLATED BY FRANCISCO ARAGÓN

I want a god

as my accomplice

a god

who whistles

through the streets

and trembles

before the lips

of his lover

a god

who waits in line

at the entrance

of movie houses

and likes to drink

café au lait

a god

who hurts

to the last

bone and

bites the air

in pain

I want a

more godlike

god