Aureate Border

I’ve known false prophets
and they scared me. I ran away
crossing the darkest fields
and I know I’ll return whole.

I’d say no one has charted this path.

I’d say the forest berries
I find are edible.

Immortality must be
to believe what you think
and make of it a religion.

Immortality must be
not to carry a backpack.

There are small animals
that run away as I approach,
but the little animal I carry inside
comes with me.

Not a shred of guilt
for not having warned you
I was following star maps.

Not a bit of remorse
to think I will breastfeed
the creature as I please
and tell them tales
you silence.

I don't remember much about that other life.
I wanted to germinate and, there, I couldn’t.

The wheat my eyes follow
will be the most golden you’ve ever seen.


Translated from the Catalan by AKaiser.


Reprinted from Unnameable (Zephyr Press, 2025) with the permission of the translator.