stillness is a blessing. the quiet rests & unrests. pleasure muses in
sunlight & sometimes raindrops. laughter bends & stretches. a bird,
a wind chime. dancing heals the soul. i’ve never cried, never
danced. so much beauty in sorrow. it’s hard to breathe without
breaking down. i’ve listened to the same song. a voice i kept secret.
yesterday somewhere far. my arms wrap around the minutes. city
lights slowly burn. silence overwhelms. it’s hard to think of
anything. i haven’t written in days. i haven’t slept or ate. the wind,
the wind. never felt this holy. i water the garden, flower the tears. i
feel gravity in my belly. i’ve never wished to disappear. as much, as
today. reality, less appealing. everything limes. i whistle goodbye.
my voice, my skin. stars between my legs. i revisit old sins. each
night a different flavor. a different taste. there’s a door, there’s a
window. the dark & i. the kitchen, a halo. the earth vibrates and
Hermelinda Hernandez Monjaras is of Zapoteco descent from Oaxaca, Mexico. She’s an aspiring poeta whose currently pursuing her MFA in Creative Writing along with her fellow Labbers from Juan Felipe Herrera’s Laureate Lab Visual Wordist Studio at Fresno State. You can find her on IG @ ceci_herm