creation myth   1941    ponce pr


her ebony hair to her knees hid
her twisted young spine & limp

love     to him    her coconut sweat
her sweet bread     her whispers
of his given name     ay, gerónimo
every time    he wrote her songs
by lantern light in bed    every dawn
his kiss still on her lips     the machete’s
glint gone     ten hours a day

her mama luisa rushed     the midwife’s no
salted her daughter’s tears     the S curve
of her back     impossible passage to birth

the trees flamed with flowers the day
their only son was born



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