wounds in us
i can catch the danger and the rhythm of the rain
mostly in sirens and screeches
no insulation
i just float in my favourite forgiveness
and learn Italian easily
French badly
accent building wire fences
round syllables
vowels
nouns
and
clauses
I can't tell one
from the other
and nothing unravels
something is sewn up in you
release your dead
make some room for me
mostly in sirens and screeches
no insulation
i just float in my favourite forgiveness
and learn Italian easily
French badly
accent building wire fences
round syllables
vowels
nouns
and
clauses
I can't tell one
from the other
and nothing unravels
something is sewn up in you
release your dead
make some room for me
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| Migraines. Lucid dreams. Insomnia. War. Pets. Exodus. Devilry. Sainthood. Love. Ingrid Calderon is a Salvadoran refugee residing in Historic Filipinotown. She's published in Leste Mag, Electric Cereal, Dryland, ZO Magazine, Drunk Monkeys, FORTH Magazine, Shoe Music Press, and the Poems to F*ck To Anthology. If it peaks your interest, she has 3 chapbooks entitled 'Things Outside', 'Wayward' & 'Zenith'. She writes through some fleeting alien-hand syndrome, scribbles nonsense, and makes it into verse. She hopes it resonates. Say hi @BrujaLamatepec. |
