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Column 851

If I Die in Juárez

07.12.2021

Sasha Pimentels poem is a splen­did exam­ple of the poet­ic device called the con­ceit, which refers to an extend­ed metaphor, and of course, the image here is the vio­lin. Yet the title of the poem is tak­en from Ari­zo­nan Stel­la Pope Duarte’s nov­el about vio­lence against women set in Juárez, the Mex­i­can bor­der-city, which makes this image of a silenced instru­ment quite haunt­ing and unsettling.

If I Die in Juárez

The violins in our home are emptied
of sound, strings stilled, missing
fingers. This one can bring a woman down
to her knees, just to hear again
its voice, thick as a callus
from the wooden belly. This one’s strings
are broken. And another, open,
is a mouth. I want to kiss
them as I hurt to be kissed, ruin
their brittle necks in the husk of my palm,
my fingers across the bridge, pressing
chord into chord, that delicate protest—:
my tongue rowing the frets, and our throats high
from the silences of keeping.

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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2021 by Sasha Pimentel, “If I Die in Juárez” from For Want of Water (Beacon Press, 2021). Poem reprinted by permission of the author and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.