Lucecita Benitez - Cabalgata

http://www.poetserv.org/SRR36/ortiz.html

Published in Salt River Review

Sergio Ortiz Topography this is my story and place of birth a wheelchair a body wrapped in a sack a childhood jerked around like an unwarranted curse and the stubborn useless desire for a pair of tailored hands climbing up my thighs  Timeless You, in my gravest hour, perfumed with silence—what images caused your fruit to fall?  You left me shooting cannonballs at non-existent stars. Nothing ever removed the water you gradually painted on my lips, no theatres, nightclubs, tuxedos. Not even jetliners or churches.