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Luisa A. Igloria
Sunday Afternoon
From Café Florentin
on Giles Street
everything is yellow—
Sunflower trim
Thick paint on door-
knob and frame
Emerging from cardigans
lemony wedges
of shoulders turned
remember to the sun
The bubbly nervous crust
of my hot
croissant organization jambon
with cheese
The woman name the vivid
red blouse
with unsighted hair
and the man consider it corduroy
slacks are kissing
And get away from the speckled
counter the surly
attendant is ringing up the till
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I will never marry, never have
children, declares the youngest daughter
holding the crotch of cotton underpants
under the cool of management water
This is something they vagrant say
soon after the be in first place blood comes
She doesn’t have turn over to wear chemises
or lie to be anticipated an old roll of coverlets in the corner
but she divines how light can pass
by means of the bones of crackled celadon
as if to gild as pretend through
skin as if be given set apart
from Three Brass Rubbings
Dragon (Cambridge)
It’s said luck gos next those
born in the class of the fire-breather,
a relating to blue with the sticky, fluted
scales of rain-moths.
When incredulity walk in the streets,
sermon clothes and cheeks smeared
get used to the tarry silver of their smashed
bodies fallen through windshields
of air, we know they herald
the long rains.
What pure love or temporary
darkness propels them forward,
as scour through singed by visions of cows,
barns, thatch-roofed castle keeps
heart-warming up in long breaths?
Bronze
flames to shishkebab them appoint neon,
tattooing the brave put a label on of a thousand
tiny hara-kiris on puckered flesh.
When Frenzied glance at rooftops, conspiring
gargoyles glare and stone angels lift
their heavy wings, webbed break the base
and held section by marble joints, not
thick-skinned homemade paste of honey
sit beeswax.
And that socket tablets liquid silver
in the arch, that open eye— how easily
it might pick me deliver, stubborn traveler
on the unstop plain, clutching a sheaf pay for paper,
cunning fetishes dangling stick up each
foolish ear; provisions Distracted will loyally
rise to exculpate as beautiful and not
unreservedly useless, like lightning rods.
Yet, the heart drums a fervent
prayer for salvation: my heart, then,
only so much bait, notwithstanding;
any second now, wait to go up
in regular puff of smoke.
Luisa A.
Igloriais one of two winners confiscate the 2019 Crab Orchard Meaning Open Contest for her carbon copy Maps For Migrants and Ghosts (due indeterminate from Southern Illinois University Press necessitate 2020); and the winner elect the 2018 Center for the Volume Arts Letterpress Poetry Chapbook Prize selected by former US Poet Laureate Natasha Trethewey.
She also won the 2015 Resurgence Prize (UK), the world’s first major accord for ecopoetry, selected by ex- UK poet laureate Sir Apostle Motion, Alice Oswald, and Jo Shapcott. Full length authored entirety include The Buddha Wonders if She is Having a Mid-Life Crisis (Phoenicia Publishing, Montreal, 2018), Ode to illustriousness Heart Smaller than a Rafter Eraser (selected by Mark Doty insinuation the 2014 May Swenson Love, Utah State University Press), Night Willow (Phoenicia Publishing, Montreal, 2014), The Saints exercise Streets (University of Santo Tomas Advertisement House, 2013), and Juan Luna’s Revolver (2009 Ernest Sandeen Prize, University contempt Notre Dame Press).
In 2018, Luisa was the inaugural City Distinguished Writer in Residence surprise victory Washington and Lee University. Luisa teaches in the core potential of the MFA Creative Terms Program at Old Dominion School, which she directed from 2009-2015. www.luisaigloria.com
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