NaPoWriMo Thursday April 22, 2010

Postcard to Willie Perdomo April 22^nd 2010

Willie, papi,

Sorry I missed you at my alma mater

But judging from the way you’ve cut the amapolas

And all those barrio pitchers and jungle leopards

You write about, I thought it would be best if I waited

For the right milky constellation
To appear before we actually met.

So much has gone down in these two years.

I still don’t see men like me in your poems,

But if the barrio is anything like the island

I know I’m in there somewhere.

By the way, listen to this:

You didn’t just toe me an inch, no —

Nor leave me to set my small bald eye

Skyward again, without hope…

Negro, you should know better than to take me

Seriously, it’s all Klonopin

And lithium, gang rapes and LSD.

Promise you’ll read my manuscript.

It won’t disappoint you, or the guys in the barrio.

tuyo por el resto de esta fucking vida

sergio

Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera