Two August poems

Coke bottle sin sombra

On Skin Tonic

I’m just trying to prepare my skin
For the inevitable procedure
When you’re lying in repose
And they draw back the wrinkles
Meeting them at least halfway
My visitors
And good company


El Diario Libre me informó
The sun stood at a perfect 90°
The day my boyfriend left me
In the center of the yard
He placed a Coke bottle
Whose flared edges
Peculiar to that plot of Earth
Cast no shadow
Leaving his double behind
In constant overlap

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