Poetry
by Lydia Flores there is a languagethe tongue cannotkiss the teeth to speakbut there is…
dances
swirls on spiraled staircases sips on sun flowered
water. I am here with you victorious
reaching &
yes
remembering facts that dance with color
that breathe shades & hues & vibrate
sing
The phone rang, but I couldn’t answer
There were clouds of smoke
curling around my head
I was only real when I
touched myself.
Once, I too ripped the shards of crystal from the skies and plummeted down headfirst…
What I Love Most?… I love that one tendril of auburn hair You know… The…
As I sit in the warm-but-not-hot sun, I count the figs on the fig tree,…
