Traci Brimhall | Poetry
i have a desert in my corazón
bent like an accordion
a dry old desert with reptile
claws that tear my guts
a whole field of burnt nopales
live in my corazón
someone old used glass shards
to carve in los nopales’ corazones
the names of their dead
i have a desert in my corazón
littered with dead pollos’s
corpses and names
i bear a whole dried up desert
in my corazón that swallows
all my tears every time i die;