You have held me up right every single time drowned the sound of my tears with your screeching engine and tires reminded me methodically, what my next stop was shown me the rising and setting sun seated me in front of women who, like me, have cried the whole ride reminded me I'm not the… Continue reading The MTA
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fading-a poem
And then I saw you Cold waves Pass over me You were a moment in time A capsule Of who I was That summer a girl Who thought she could love And be loved The pounding in my heart Now a soft knock From the opposite side I lament and accept
Proof
By mossy rocks down the river she lay Beaming sky shined her hair so red Her skin twinkled so white The river so blue Under bright moonlight Ear-splitting screams heard in morning My mother buzzed around dusting What she could find She smoothed out creases On birth certificates Placed diplomas in glossed wood frames… Continue reading Proof
Carnival Games
Another painting My knuckles have gone white from holding on to the rails, My eyes so tightly shut I see stars in the dark, My stomach has twisted and reached over to tickle itself, I'm ready for the fall, ready for the drop in the rollercoaster where my hands will fly up and I'll scream… Continue reading Carnival Games
The Curandero and the egg
Another badly painted painting depicting the egg in glass I am two different people in English and in Spanish A distorted two way mirror Distorted glass cup The curandero down the road defined me in Spanish He rubbed the holy water dipped egg all over Even at eight years old they must have seen what… Continue reading The Curandero and the egg
the curse of the broom
my mother said Si te barro los pies no te vas a casar o encontrar amor, recuerda de levántarlos If I broom your feet you won't get married or find love, remember to lift them just one of many superstitions my mother inherited from her mother I've done almost everything right, followed the rules, read… Continue reading the curse of the broom
