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To:
Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz
in the sky
by Flor de té
the risers of your steps
Sor Juana
are
and have always been
higher
than higher
I've met you
through biographies
in your literature poetry
music and drama
you
always moving
entangled in the lianas
of New Spain's vice regal court
later
in your convent's salon
a brilliant genius
until
amid candles
incense thorns
in chiaroscuro rosaries
discalced veiled
I meet you mute
gargling in fountains
steep
in holy waters
your inked fingers
made static
first by others
then by you inevitably– you had to
then ill plagued
dead
I open you in books
outing
for me your diction
for you
to emerge sonorously
I bring you down
from heights unveil you
though you now
are sunk and buried
as customary
your soul is here
right here ¡ojala!
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