Cangrejo (Crab)

They passed the crab from hand to hand from hand to hand from hand to hand from hand to hand from hand to hand from hand to hand….

Am I she who recalls or is my recollection who I am?

An immemorial memory from childhood, lost in time, when death didn’t exist yet. When I recalI I recreate it, desire awakens, I try to materialize it/myself

and the crab they passed from hand to hand from hand to hand from hand to hand from hand to hand…stayed in my hands or was it washed by the river?