Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Poem Up at PPP Ezine Vol. 1  

Fatigue  Tired? Yes, I'm tired of two lips, twenty fingers, & don't know how many words. Of fragmented grayish memories. Worn-out of this old modest skeleton so chaste that when it undresses I won't know if they're the same bones used while living. Drained of lacking feelers, of not having one eye on each shoulder blade & an authentic cheerful tail. Of this degenerate hypocritical little ass. But above all, weary of being with myself when the dream ends. Me, with the same nose and legs like I don't want to wait for the shoal in my beach complexion, offering the dew two magnolia breasts, caressing earth with my caterpillar belly.