Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Inventory the tyrannical empire of the absurd   the tears waiting at the curve the way you sheltered my heart the silence you dispensed like a wall in the dark lofts of desire the mother that died when you were a child the kiss that rotted on our lips the beach inhabited by worms the bed flying in a void the avalanche of gods and myths everything given and taken the shit we hopelessly dumped on each other the bread we shared the caresses, the weight of our open hands

fifteen and empty fried green tomatoes unable to get past the first two lines broken in combat the last thing I’ll hear is me