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I am bound to her by blood,
this madwoman of a city
with eyes that see
a comatose heart, with no feeling.

One, two, three hundred,
a thousand —
we are all carbon copies
of her silicone *******, collagen cheeks
teeth bleached whiter
than the pearls we adorn ourselves with.

I was a child
when I left this madwoman,
mother of my younger years.
I left her drinking cuba libres,
stirring ice with her finger,
her nails crimson red.

I said, “Goodbye, I am leaving you.”
She turned her face back to the barrio
and said, “Adios, Muchacha.”

Years later, I look back on my youth.
I remember her as the mother I lost
the sister I never had
the woman I was afraid to become.

If only she knew
how easy she was to leave
how difficult she was to forget.
 Jul 2020 нина
Henk
Manzanita
 Jul 2020 нина
Henk
Outstretched eternally
Crimson and gnarled
Teeming with parasites
Full of life
Beckoning
Arms like manzanita
Throat worn to driftwood
As hymns float through
Hollow and plain to see
i will live until the trees take my bones

— The End —