I dreamt of lips
(Solitary and open? Parted by the wind?)
Lips like a platypus heart
They move between branches Can't hear a thing
(Have they turned off the sound?The sound beneath the trees?)
Humid lips smiling at the end of my dream
Against a backdrop of leaves The wallpaper
in this hotel room Tireless drawing
Murmur from the Middle Ages
Roberto Bolaño
Translation from Laura Healy