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| THROWING SKIN II no dreams to speak of as early light threw me out like unwanted skin. in places of fields, quadrants of Earth split with loose rock walls, broad cacti, women get off buses in the middle of nowhere. walking into highland shrub and hidden homes a sacred lake to the left, Titicaca cleared as topaz an occasional garbage dump for bones and batteries. |
 Tupiza, Southern Bolivia |
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| we pass llamas, vicuñas, handless homeless weavings and gangs of oversexed dogs, Bolivia, on a cellular level surpasses even the solid meditations land here a rootblend, corn and quinoa, a diet for starched women, loose bellied from births short in stature and strong calved from high altitude work. the breast, central and exposed sweating a mother's milk perfume porkpie hats off to the side in salutation. |
 Women in Puno, Lake Titicaca, Peru |
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| brown forearms slap the child silly overturn the land, from barren to big with child, women, we keepers in language and dress. women, you shout to me at the top of Quechua lungs: "Gringa!" even with my dull green hills, swollen veins of road a rich backpack against the skyline, easy to the touch. we scratch the mother in straight lines she offers a new vegetable skin, at least hers, is never devoid of melanin. Copacabana, Bolivia 10/28/97 |
 Machu Pichu, Peruvian Andes |
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