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Rojo
Secretly we would all
prefer to destroy. The way
it goes is simple:
(1) tear it apart
(2) light it on flames
(3)take a bat and swing right through it.
And then we'd pinch a
splinter (a hint of soot)
out of the rubbish
and quit.
And perhaps then I would finally
forgive my father for
the lessons he taught me and
the suggestions that I become
a martyr for the people within
my heart.
Lo siento, Papi
I can do this no more.
After such a time of being
the comforter,
it begins to ache
when I am
kicked off the bed.
Mama, secretly I am a narcissist,
irresponsibly selfish. The
hand you taught me
to look for, the embrace I was
told not to live without: I cannot
desire them anymore. I know them
not, no, never,
cease.
The shattered remnants of
last night's tirade are still