Elena karina byrne husbands

MARQUEZ WITHOUT SOLITUDE

She
 suddenly stumbled into an open space of lucidity within the madness

as the rain kept coming and coming and

she had seriously thought of putting on the tiger mask
                that her husband had worn in the bloody carnival,

to crawl on the floor so that the earth was closer
to her and she to it, —accomplice—

                          by the irresistible anxiety to discover
             what the orange whistles and the invisible globes on the other side
                                        of death were like,   that

whether metronome or winter bell, the sameness in strangers

all belonged to her … that    bones 
 began to fill with sounds,  &