Tuesday, September 15, 2009

They feared her.

Smoke
out of her mouth and nostrils
they knew they had to run.

They didn’t listen.

To her complaints about
politics, suicides, art, and
violations.

She was a dragon.

Smoke
out of her mouth and nostrils
they knew they had to run.

Run from her words
Run from her unlikely
to be her.

Sneering with her snake eyes.
Eyes of resentment, disappointment,
and pain. Pain that turned into shame and caused her heart to
slowly burn and carbonized leaving
a hole so deep and so dark.

Where all her lovers were now dead or lost forever.

This is a story of a women
who turned herself into a dragon.

For fear of loving she hid in her cave with

her secrets
her pains
her desires.

She burned herself to death.

The end.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

I forget
Sometimes
how to spell.
Is it because I fell?
I forget
silly wishes and ask
for more kisses.
Sometimes
I forget.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

The Women In My Family. We

We party and play with our men
and our children at the same time. We

Wake up early, 5am "pa prender el nixtamal"
Grind it real fine with the grinder, and then a
softer mill with the metate at the same time. We

Work the graveyard shift, go home and take care of
the cleaning, the cooking, the children at the same time. We

Note and vote, choose, cruise, and become loose at the same time. We.