Death – Poem
Lotería mexicana, La Muerte
First dead person I saw
I thought it was a doll
My brother and I
yanked it back and forth
till our mother
said it was our little sister
and put her back in her crib
The second
a grown man
laying in a coffin
next to my bedroom. I thought he was sleeping
till he got put in the ground the next day
The third
sat at a table in Starbucks
drinking cup after cup of coffee
telling me things
that mattered no more to me.
Viola Canales
Poemas de la lotería – Lotería Poems. Ed. Arte Público Press, 2014 (Versión en Español)
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