Conversion

Conversión written by Alvaro Solís
Translated from the Spanish by Marlen Zaragoza

One morning in the morning
my body started to languish.
My bones became brittle
dust, mud in the brief time of an instant.
My hand bones, my arm bones
my languid shoulders lacking strength to hold themselves
and my eyes withdrawing in their sockets.
Each time the muscle tension farther away
the smooth vertebrae rhyme
my veins more liquid than my blood.

One morning in the morning
I was the river that lost its bed.