scholarship 2013
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I found the devil,
not in hell, but in
the infinite space
between my body and
the mirror.
I see my childhood and see nothing but a mystery.
A pile of poetry books,
A lonely flower growing wild in a solitary garden,
and no water- not anywhere.
Like a wave of relief, like music after perpetual silence,
As he wandered through the torn up house
And put out each last flame,
He felt a rush of ecstasy
In each halcyon wave.
As he went and shook his hose
And ran all through the fire
“Empacó un par de camisas, un sombrero
Su vocación de aventurero, seis consejos, siete fotos
Mil recuerdos”
Click.
Spark.
Light
The dark.
Just keep the flame from engraving its mark.
The viscous amber, the salty indigo
Are able enough to crawl up your arms.
They can feast on your festering flesh
The longer I sit here
The more unclear everything becomes.
Like fog on a windshield
Steam in a bathroom
I fail to see
What lies ahead.
The dreamer in me can't stay still
The visions of the future give me chills
Languages I learn: Vietnamese and French
But my satisfaction isn't quenched
I want to travel
And I think I love your smile the most
'Cause it says all the things I didn't know
And if you'd only smile some more
I'd smile and know what I didn't before
