Lorna Dee Cervantes Quotes

I loved you with the scientific excuse of the lonely.

The Body As Braille"

He tells me "your back
is so beautiful." He traces
my spine with his hand.

I'm burning like the white ring
around the moon. "A witch's moon,"
dijo mi abuela. The schools call it

"a reflection of ice crystals."
It's a storm brewing in the cauldron
of the sky. I'm in love

but won't tell him
if it's omens
or ice.

Regret is an uneven hand,
a rough palm at the cheek - tender
and calloused.

I thought poems were songs for people with bad voices.