Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Provoked her message accuses me of stealing the key to the world's voice... I pluck a flower her words burning my chest like a brand . . . at the center of the drama the foolish belief of wrong doing she grins, a coyote with old eyes, as I tell my story with the grace of a deadly weapon

she sent an email accusing me of stealing  the key  which hides the world… I reach and plucked a flower

she grins  like a coyote with old eyes as I tell my story  with the grace  of a deadly weapon

their bodies  crust the earth like salt— the dead  remind the living  of the coming storms

the heat of their words a wet brand on my chest...  crushing me like a bug