The House of Drunks

by Claudia Guerra Castillo (Zapoteco, Mexico)
translated by Margaret Randall

The House of Drunks
with love for you, Cintia

Bartender . . .
— Give me a glass of your honey
— Sit down, I invite you to dress in silence,
and get loneliness drunk — our loneliness —
pretend there’s no pain, that it’s what you expected.
Come kiss this night’s lips.
No one will reveal our name,
we are two thirsty souls.
— I want to love, to drink the last drops
of your drunken breasts,
cheers.
Here’s to you!
Here,
only drunken words commit suicide . . .
from Insurrección de las palabras, 2018.