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Flores para los muertos
Tired eyes shut in deep slumber
Glass beads wound
Around clasped hands
I dare not disturb her peace
The flickering light
Of mourning candles
Bring back memories
Of cold gray mornings
Apo baket keeping watch
Beside the three-stone hearth
Inabel blanket wrapped
Around her bony frame
I catch a whiff
Of her nicotine breath
As she massages...
A New Year resolution
Is it imperative to run through along
when the countdown starts at ten, until I take
the plunge, bring myself forward,
ask which intent yields the least red flags
I come undone to commit a list of selves
I desire being for the year approaching
and learn: this self,...
Stay for the Fireworks
And while it’s true
that knowledge of self is
required before you can
love, truly love, you must
also have a healthy
faith in the unknown,
an appreciation for
the wind that blows
from you know not where,
that stirs the sea and
leads it to strange shores
where you may never see
the sky...
Sable-An Ode to a Stray Cat
You were a stray looking to survive
Out on the streets walking day and night
Your asphalt bed may give you some rest
Yet you dream of loving arms and kisses
And a home to call your nest.
Your dark fur, glazed with a golden sheen
Shines in the...
Of Science, Of Fate
Frost eyes stare
into the layers
and layers underneath.
Rotate, adjust, rotate, adjust.
some eyes are made
to look at what’s under
miscroscopes
and see the dinosaur-old cells
within barely human
humans.
Cold hands always
gloved blue or white or green.
Scrape, cut, scrape, cut.
Some hands touch
the insides, even graze
the silver linings
of a purpling heart.
Soft...
Wishing war
How hard it is to take a side.
Where I live, we are tribes
Of rich and poor, and in-betweens.
We are tribes of different colors.
We are descended from chinks called insects,
From older tribes we try to genocide,
We are descended from the conqueror-rapists
And from the conquered...
