Chimayo
Monday, July 23rd, 2007Chimayo
Chimayo
Mujer,
I heard you
crying
in the shower
while I was talking
with my sister
on the phone
last night—
not a little cry,
not a I stubbed my toe
on the shower’s edge
cry,
not a I lost my favorite
gecko earring
cry,
not a moan—
deeper,
a harmonic,
with roots
in Mexico,
with roots
in Spain & France,
with roots
in woman,
crying for lost
sons.
& I
was afraid,
as the sound
resonated
through the glass shower,
& through the floor,
into my feet,
wrapping [...]