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1982
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Opening Excerpt
From the storyMy name is José, I am Catholic and I was not a plainclothes policeman very long. In Argentina I wrote poetry and prayed to the Virgin every day for my mother who was a cancerous balloon grounded in the chicken shack behind the house and for my two sisters who tap-tapped their way past my window every hour drowned in lipstick and sperm. Here is one of my poems in translation:
Story Vibe & Style Profile
Emotional Weight
4.6 / 5
Poignant
Narrative Pacing
2.4 / 5
Deliberate
Literary Style
4.1 / 5
Lyrical & Evocative
Speculative / Reality
2.8 / 5
Realistic / Mimetic
Appearances
The Paris Review
The Paris Review No. 83 — Spring 1982 · Mar 1, 1982
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