Someone before me took a highlighter to this copy of Juan Rulfo's "Macario." Here are the words that stranger thought to highlight in the order of his or her doing shaped like a poem.
Godmother, frogs are green all over
except on the belly. Toads are black.
Godmother’s eyes are also black –
Felipa has green eyes like a cat’s
eyes, I love Felipa more than God-
mother, alone in the kitchen cooking
food for the three of us. I’m always
and I never get filled up – never.
They say in the street
that I’m crazy
because I never stop being hungry.
Go to church: she sets me down
next to her and ties my hands
with the fringe of her shawl. I do
crazy things – found me hanging
somebody, a lady, just to be doing it.
I don’t remember.
People who invite me to eat
get close, throw rocks at me until
I run away.
Felipe’s milk is as sweet as hibiscus
flowers, it’s been a long time
since she has let me nurse the breasts.
She would fix the breasts so that I could
suck the sweet, hot milk; tickle me all over.
I wasn’t afraid of being damned to hell
if I died there alone some night,
that fear of mine that I have of dying.
I’m full of devils inside.
Bar the door so my sins won’t find me out.
Felipa says the crickets always
so you can’t hear the cries of souls
suffering. Maybe there are more
crickets than cockroaches
among the folds of the sacks
where I sleep.