A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms
A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms
I will say that I’m from Yalagüina,
Say it just because I like the sound.
The taste of words grows ever stranger—
A monologue of the interior.
I say it just because I like the sound
And sound is purely sense in Yalagüina,
Like the monologue in the interior
Of the domed ovens where they make rosquillas.
Sound is purely sense in Yalagüina
Where vowels sing open as the mouths
Of the domed ovens where they make rosquillas.
Why shouldn’t I be from Esquipulas?
All my vowels sing with open mouth!
If I can say that I’m from Yalagüina
Why shouldn’t I be from Esquipulas?
The sense of words grows ever stranger.
Nina Forsythe lives in Frostburg, Maryland. She has an MFA from Bennington and her poems, translations, and reviews have been published in a variety of magazines, including Nimrod, 5 AM, Chiron Review, and Taproot, as well as the anthology Knocking at the Door: Poems about Approaching the Other.She is a two-time winner of the Backbone Mountain Review Poetry Prize.