Poems from hannahroseledezma
When I was little,
I used to be afraid of
the dark.
I was afraid of all kinds of things:
spiders,
vampires,
snakes, and
too many...
The first thing my mother did,
when a boy broke my heart,
was open the windows.
She said that
letting in the air, and
erasing his...
I could hear the wind,
rustling through your veins, when
you opened your mouth and the gnarled wings of a hummingbird fell out.
I could...
deep breath, deeper, deeper yet, deeper than the ocean of your
eyes that keep calling me home, calling me back back to the
light and...
Bitter and hot, the coffee slides down her throat.
Soft, tired eyes stare at nothing.
A distant intimacy envelops her.
A mother scrubs at...