By Luis Lopez-Maldonado
Homes within homes
Ripe fruit in weaved baskets
On the floor, wooden floors,
Dirty floors, Mexican floors,
Look! Framed faces next to
Jesus covered candles,
A closed green bible
A glass bottle of holy agua
A single hanging light-bulb,
It reminds me of narco hangings,
The way they take innocent people
Off the streets, for no fucking reason,
Slash their throats, & hang them
Like Christmas ornaments
For everyone to see:
What a spectacle! Happy Holidays.
Worlds within worlds
Unmatched chairs facing out
Into the imagined ocean,
Again, Jesùs staring at you
With a bright red bursting heart
Ontop his ribcage, cheap plastic curtains,
Cold café con tequila
Fake orange sunflowers
In the corner of the playground.
It’s hot! Summertime in winter:
The migrating monarcas somewhere
Up in the trees. Do you see?
Fun within nothing
A half-orange room
Shadows tattooed on cement walls,
More framed faces against old
Lace, a calendar with La Virgen de Guadalupe
From some grocery store,
A frozen gay piñata, murdered, dismembered,
Hard candy spilling like guts:
Confetti infested floors,
Grass floors, wet floors,
Honduran floors.
Luis Lopez-Maldonado recently earned a Master of Arts degree
in Dance from Florida State University. He is currently a first year
candidate for the Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing at the
University of Notre Dame.
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