{"id":1377,"date":"2021-08-20T11:01:56","date_gmt":"2021-08-20T15:01:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.bu.edu\/236magazine\/?page_id=1377"},"modified":"2021-08-20T11:01:56","modified_gmt":"2021-08-20T15:01:56","slug":"sara-d-rivera","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.bu.edu\/236magazine\/sara-d-rivera\/","title":{"rendered":"Sara D. Rivera"},"content":{"rendered":"

 <\/p>\n

Telephone Game<\/h2>\n

I spoke. You. Sound converted and delivered.
\nWe smiled and spoke.<\/p>\n

If we were closer we say when apart.<\/p>\n

If I tell you my body is full of stone caves
\nyou understand the sadness there.<\/p>\n

Words on an indirect path. Tell me where
\nwe\u2019re going when we\u2019re not going anywhere.<\/p>\n

Mimic me: this is a type of game.
\nMimic me: este es un tipo de juego.<\/p>\n

Dime a donde vamos, c\u00f3mo es que nunca
\nvamos a ning\u00fan sitio. Las palabras empiezan<\/p>\n

a girar. Si te digo que tengo el cuerpo lleno de
\nzarzas entiendes que hablo de una tristeza.<\/p>\n

Si estuvi\u00e9ramos juntos ay si estuvi\u00e9ramos juntos.<\/p>\n

Una luz convertida se entrega en mi cuerpo. Yo hablo. T\u00fa.
\nHablamos y sonre\u00edmos.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Resuscitation<\/h2>\n

For a second jackrabbit prints on snow and you\u2019re in the
\nframe again, lifting your arms to lower the sky for me.
\nOn this side of Bridge Street we collect all the dead<\/p>\n

sunflowers, cut rot from an amaryllis bulb
\nto end its dormancy.<\/p>\n

Our box turtle wakes thin in spring. Asleep
\nall winter she witnessed<\/p>\n

nothing. For a second small as a strawberry
\nall my dead are alive.<\/p>\n

Sara Daniele Rivera is a Cuban\/Peruvian artist, writer, translator, and educator from Albuquerque. Her poetry and fiction have been published in literary journals and anthologies. She was awarded a 2017 St. Botolph’s Emerging Artist Award and won the 2018 Stephen Dunn Prize in Poetry. Her drawings, sculptures, and community-based installations focus on text-in-space as social intervention, and her public art projects are often developed in collaboration with youth.<\/h5>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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