Today I got a CD in the mail. It was something I knew was coming. A CD filled with poetry, all the way from Chicago. My friend/sister Kathy turns out to be a very good poetry writer, and her reading the poetry makes it sound even better :-). Now at least I am a little less of a culture-barbarian. Thanks a LOT!!! More reasons for me to want to see her dance also.
The Widow’s Revenge
© Katherinne Bardales
I ran away to the desert, a black shawl,
to mend my broken heart
with fuschia papelillo petals,
green flesh of cactus
and sharp fox teeth.
Many miles I walked, barefoot,
cutting open my soles with broken beer bottles
and burnt wood left from talking circles
long ago.
Layer by layer of skin I peeled off,
leaving trails of brown and pink in the sand.
With my tanned skeleton I danced in the wind
and made love to the sand dunes.
Then sun reached out with its upturned fingernails
and made my hair catch on fire.
My head, a golden flame now, turned my memory to dust.
I became speckles of copper and meteor
and the fishermen, who crossed the desert each day
to find virgin shores filled with silver eyes
sprinkled me on their fish like spice.
I made them see oases.
I made them jump in sandpits, mad with love.
Sometimes you just fold over laughing about absolutely nothing. Laughing so hard you start to cry and when you realize you are laughing about nothing it’s just more funny.
This Thursday Lauren, Jenny and Diana arrived. To make things easy they took a plane to 