Crape Myrtle, A Recipe for Forgiveness
When you suddenly appeared,
in the bathroom
How familiar
the way you smelled....was it the scent of perfume, or the rotting from within, that you traveled on to get here.
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Also in Poetry
Live Oak
She came to us on a lazy Mother’s Day afternoon,
Carrying the story of our family between her brow.
The passages of the births and deaths of our Ancestors
Etched in lines on her hands and face.
Lupen
They showed me your true face,
and against all odds delivered me
to this
safe
healing
place.
Where I starve you, purge you
like the Soul parasite that you are,
and liberate you forever—> send you up to the stars.
And thank you for the battle,
my unworthy opponent,
for all that you’ve shown me
right up to this moment.
Yellow Corn Pollen
Our deseos will always
be with you,
praying for you
con cada respiro....
trusting that it worked when we
put our prayers in fire ashes,
and the ashes in your umligo.
