Iraira Cedillo

Iraira Cedillo Mar 2014

First Thought
best thought, you had taught
me — a river runs through it,
the foot of the soul standing . . .

Iraira Cedillo Mar 2014

Stenciled Memories
There was always fabric in your lap
and a whistle in your heart. A sweet
sap to be ****** waited in the garden. . . .

Iraira Cedillo Mar 2014

Unused baby

Unused Baby
Unused baby blood and this is
how you motion with hands
clotty leaving . . .

Iraira Cedillo Mar 2014

Independence Day 2010
Can be cracked or am that you didn't
consider me or I thought so
recovering in a nap You took the 4th . . .

Iraira Cedillo Mar 2014

Night work

Night Work
All summer, the city engine's low
roar capsizes our bodies into sleep,
groans, . . .

Iraira Cedillo Mar 2014

If in America

If a tree falls in a forest,
does it make a sound?
. . .

Iraira Cedillo Mar 2014

Poetry Is a Sickness

You write not what you want,
but what flaws flower from rust
. . .