his soft slippers
from rooftops. you lied to me
but I promised not to lose a single night
of sleep. I too shall have the very best
to wear on thoughtless nights.
and what was lost? there are poems written
on the leaves of trees where I sought to rest,
ecstasies you've never seen or heard.
miracle vendor, my face
has the dry expression of bones,
yet I no longer maintain a need for water.
grew up in Chicago and San Juan, Puerto Rico; he studied English
literature at Inter-American University in San German, Puerto Rico,
and philosophy at World University. His work has been published,
or is pending publication, in Cause & Effect, The Battered Suitcase,
Yellow Medicine, Shipwright, and elsewhere