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a poem by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
I RETURN ANOTHER DAY
On this page
I feel so lost.
I try to
vault somewhere else.
I return
another day
when the wind
whispers my name.
Wide awake,
I sing a silent hymn.
The mermaids
expose themselves.
In the sea,
I find myself.
I swim out
to the mermaids
past the sharks,
drunken sailors,
and pirates,
for a love out of reach.
I feel so lost.
I try to
vault somewhere else.
another day
when the wind
whispers my name.
Wide awake,
expose themselves.
In the sea,
I find myself.
to the mermaids
past the sharks,
drunken sailors,
and pirates,