Daughter of ‘Dirty War,’ Raised by Man Who Killed Her Parents
“The heart doesn’t kidnap you, it doesn’t hide you, it doesn’t hurt you, it doesn’t lie to you all of your life…Love is something else.”
Even as a child,
Some seed in me recoils
At your pride over torture
At the dinners of silver candelabras and leaded crystal
At your tarnished gun, slammed on white damask
Some dislocation unfurls within
Sending green tendrils through darkness
My ‘mother and father’, my kidnappers,
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