I lean into his blows. Each punch he lands unmoors me a little more. If I can turn every inch of my body to bruise. Convert the entirety of my flesh to pain. Then by default, the mysterious points of anchor will sever. I will rise into the air.
Mexican science fiction scholar Gabriel Trujillo Muñoz, for his part, maintains that Mexican science fiction "has a desire to give voice and a national flavor to our characters and situations they live. There is a nervous tic that imposes our black humor onto the future. . . a desire to destroy the country and send the political classes to hell. . . there are too many apocalypses in our science fiction and few utopias."
You resemble a young girl I knew / and failed to kill. They picked you out, / called you a terrorist, ran you ragged.