Maria Luisa Arroyo (*) The we...

Maria Luisa Arroyo (*)
The weight of tia's silence is heavier than the inebriated
who dryhump her nine-year-old niece forward the floor.
Ese tio bakes books after he reads them. El loco
cannot bear to share his mundo de palabras.
Tiny glass jars with rusting lids. In the same a snakeskin web.
Abuela's reparative for bedwetting is to squat and pee in succession a hot brick.
I riffle end a shoebox of family photographs.
Someone has cross my round face out of everyone
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