AlmaMia Isn’t Me, But…

I gave her the best
pieces of me:
my taste buds, my alchemical ability
to turn musts into mettle,
and I curled my hair over her skull. But

her thinking is only hers.

She smiles and wails
with her mouth,
climbs through life with self-learned wit;
each of her pains,
she feels in her own flesh. But

I have licked her wounds.

We’ve eaten fruit fed by the same soil,
fought some of the same battles
I lost… I am not her. But

I make things up,
and the best way to make things up
is to make them out of real things;

guess she could be me…
and at least thirteen others
I don’t know.

Process Note: after the bits shared in “My Hot Coffee and I Were Supposed to Get Wild and Sexy, But…” I started going over old emails, from readers who wanted to know if the main character in AlmaMia Cienfuegos and Other Stories was based on me. They founded their questions on facts: the stories are set in the island where I was born, the character lives in the same palm wood house I grew up in, and although our familial and social situations are rather different from each other, AlmaMia and I share many of the same wants and worries. This morning, I replied to some of the newest inquiries with one of my newest favorite Terry Pratchett quotes: “My job is to make things up, and the best way to make things up is to make them out of real things…” And “real things”, my Wicked Luvs, happen to everyone.

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for NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Day 28 – In the Beginning, There Was Nothing, Which Exploded: find your favorite Pratchett quote… and let your Muse birth some poetry from it.

Terry PratchettI made this candle the day after Terry Pratchett died. In “Pestle, Mortar, Pratchett”, I told you that I would save it for today… Well, it’s burning.

for Sir Terence David John “Terry” Pratchett, OBE (28 April 1948 – 12 March 2015). Happy Birthday, my Knight Writer

International Day of Twerking Riot

The sacredness
of the International Day of Twerking
was tainted by a furry mob
(dogs, jackals, coyotes and three cheeky cats)
howling in front of the Hollywood sign:
“Canines want their holiday back!”

Fox News was the first to arrive
and make a scene.
“Decent humans
have been persecuted by dogs
since—”

No one ever learned
when dog’s oppression
of decent humans
began,
since a coyote and two jackals
(never seen together before)
rushed the reporter;

the man was relieved of lips and tongue,
plus most of the right side of his face.

After the ripping was done,
an organized pack
of domestic dogs
made the reporter their
kitsch.

Wolves and foxes refused to be dragged
into this nonsense.

Process Note: yesterday, three Russian women (rather young) were put in jail for performing the “erotic and sexual twerk dance” in front of a WWII memorial. Yes, minds (and muses) work in mysterious (and sometimes ridiculous) ways… Be kind; don’t call the parenthesis police… or twerk.

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for NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Day 27 – Making Cheer Up: Write a poem about a holiday invented by you.

I just couldn’t stomach any of the twerking images I found,
so I leave you with an ashamed polar bear
Ashamed Polar Bearvia