Sunday, July 14, 2013

Rudolfo Carrillo - Sonnet 31

I shave my face every third
Day. I did not sleep last night
But instead dreamt of an
Army. Swallows build nests
From mud, in the eaves.
They have eliminated the need
For chemical pest control.
There is a big lizard behind
Organized firewood; careful
She may flatten herself against
Your coming. Frozen in a
Crevice until every other eye
Begins to trace what stars

Remain after the rain fell.

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