Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Poem Up at Ariel Chart : The Things We Draw On Mapas 

Wild Needle Raindrops It rained inside the bedroom. Outside these sea walls the day is a hot red knot. My body fills up with wet nouns. Silence has a light-blue Spanish  accent. The men in my photographs  drowned. Their cries of distress  stopped breaking the water. I am a moist flesh statue. Lightning begins, embedded  in my feet. The walls crawl with electricity. I doze off again listening to turtle music.