Write About Horror
of disconnecting with my loved one
because we interact with different landscapes
because monsters were cast as my friends & serpents as my wife.
i am fearful of the evil my mother snake taught me when
i was six sleeping over mi tia's three-room floor flat. when
mi abuela's spine shrunk two inches as she grabbed me by wrists and by my ankles and shook
casting it out of me.
i am scared that i was too heavy
that she didn't shake hard enough
that some of it is still in me.
i am afraid that she's here. that we are sharing a single room in a short frame of five feet flat.
that one day i will have a new loved one.
she will shake me out.
and leave me outside of my own