Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Dry Portrait of Frida Kahlo From eyebrow to jail bars I am crowned with a rail of thorns this vertebral column hell of skulls agonizes me                     this severed placenta slavery feeds me             the orphanage pushing my gut aborts and aborts me I am a motherless ghost my dry udders drip rusted curds punishment for a castrated uterus Oh how I limp in my portraits Every sterile night, I un-nurse the fetuses in the bones of my bed and my eyes bleed drops of mirrors that speak to me and the twisted breath of daily tragedy nails me and I am hidden in my Nana, I breastfeed shadows with the same loneliness that night pours inside me and I paint myself without looking

Meeting Up with Lorca Birds fled from me at four in the afternoon. Serene birds, slow birds fled from me leaving their wings in my breast at four in the afternoon.

Stain Glass Windows You undress as if you were opening a chest full of jewels the best thing is your shine little hues of a black cat torsos broaden on the white bed sheet we do not do circus acts something takes me to your bitter butterflies and I stay there I clean wing to wing the wind adheres to this victory I take off my clothes give you the gesture bestowed on all fruits we are not beast we are stain-glass windows and we let the light pass through