We walked into the graveyard
the gate was open./ Winter night in São Paulo,
we came back we were locked in.
10 foot wall all around us / razor wire spiral above,
Catacombs right between us. I climbed up just enough.
Sprawled out on top of a Portuguese last name
woman I could not have known.I’ve never seen you.
Eu nunca vi você.
Saw the forest on fire, / I stood still, became a tree.
Saw myself across the valley / swaying in the breeze
Winter night in Florípa, / parking lot filled with tombs.
On the wind, heard Bossa Nova.
Bury me into the dunes.
I’m a grave now. / Portuguese name now.
I am here now / You are here now Eu estou aqui.
Você está, também. It’s just us now, standing still.