Monday, August 17, 2015

Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal- A Poem

Could you bring me a cigarette?
My life depends on it.
I would like you if you did.
Still I will not hold my breath.
You have your literature.
I have a hairless head.
Your eyes could see straight.
I can’t tell a comma from a period.
You with the flattened nose
and the oversized forehead,
be my friend for a day. 
Have a heart is all I can say.
It’s early.  You still have time.
Look in the mirror and picture me.
I am the head that smokes.

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