Latina, Blooming
I sit in a television
Mamá is in the kitchen
making dinner.
my hair curls.
dry patch on my forehead
a nearing winter
.
I fell
in sleep
dreaming
on a carpet
.
We pay a toll
in trains
we walk,
we work,
we rarely drink
our curves are strong
like rum,
my uncle’s drunk,
we climb,
we bleed and
start again
.
Mamá y Papá
say the world
is not a place for
girls like me
.
Waning Crescent
Drink …
long night in a desert dreaming tank
gulpgulpgulpgulpgulp
spilled water excess
we are sitting still in a mist
this rushed summer:
slab of rusting iron
we are in between
love, I fell in
mossy gravestones, slow warm rain
swinging on your porch
naked blouse
soft breath
here his neck,
yes, here
Carolina Fernandez is a senior English (creative writing) major at SUNY Geneseo. She is inspired by her daily life and natural surroundings.