Friday, August 14, 2020

Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

To Ann’s Typewriter
for Anne Menebroker

Will you tell me HERE,
typewriter, what you miss most
about Anne since she’s been away?
She’s with you still, you say.
Are you SERIOUS?
The words remain.
Someone still reads them
and finds joy.
Will you tell me more?
My ears have perked up.
Let it all out in typewriter
speak. I am down.
Tell me more. I am right here.
Drink in hand,
I feel so peaceful
like if the ocean was outside
my door and the mountains
on the other side.
Will you go on typewriter?
The sky is crying.
Rain is falling down.
Can I come back again someday?
You’re a lovely LECHEROUS MACHINE.
Like Ann said, with a slow and greedy excitement,
you find a way to end one’s days.

Luis has lived in California for 45 years. He works in the mental health field in Los Angles. His poetry has appeared in Ariel Chart, Blue Collar Review, Kendra Steiner Editions, Mad Swirl, The Rye Whiskey Review, Unlikely Stories and Yellow Mama Magazine. 

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