Para la Madre Diabólica

 She said that my hair

had turned the moon to ash

as if it were hers, a pet cat

mute in the silent sky.

What she meant was

that I had the wrong face

and the wrong voice, always

wandering from its glass case.

I slipped the crescent moon

through my hair like a garland,

then grew it long and wild,

my name at the root and the far ends.

________

for What's Going On? --"Hair"

For Su Griffin

 There was a woman in love with fog

and the harbor knew her name.

Su of the basket heart,

Su of the darning needle nights.

Su out of breath, or holding it, just the same.

When you're a woman at odds with time,

every second slows the heartbeat.

Woman of the breakwater bones.

Woman in the crowd, alone.

Woman who folds her heart, folds the dough, folds the sheet.

There was a woman in love with fog

and the harbor knew her name.

_______

for The Sunday Muse #198. 

Part of the following song says (In Spanish):

Because after this life 

There is no other opportunity

How much love arrives like this, it arrives like this