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Yellow Mama Archives
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Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
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HAVING HIS BABY
by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
A cop
broke
into
my home
and beat
me.
He sexed
me
up and
now I’m
having
his
baby. The
cop denied
it.
He’s
hiding
behind
his
badge. But he is
a fat
pig
and I
will
report
him to
the city.
I wonder
if my
baby
will
grow up
to be
a
cop. Perhaps he
could
fix all
my parking
tickets. I have
so many.
WANDERING
WOLF
By Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
No one saw him in the neighborhood before.
He looked lost and hungry.
People would bring him food hoping he would leave town, go on his way.
The
homeless man would not leave. He would come back for more food. Just like
a coyote, bringing
him food was not a good idea. He
would return to the people who brought him food. He would
look through their
windows and their garbage cans. He would howl like a wolf. Finally,
the
cops were called. The homeless man could not provide his name, address,
or who was his family. There was
a mad look in his eye. He
said his name was wandering wolf, howling at the cops and neighbors.
Get
the Tooth Fairy Over Here
by
Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
I’m going to burn
this motherfucker down.
My tooth is killing
the shit out of me doctor.
Get the tooth fairy
over here so I could kick
his lily ass.
He
better leave me a million
dollars worth of quarters
under my pillow.
Get Doctor Giggles in here
to put me out of my misery.
I could use a few blunts.
I want to smoke this
pain away.
The meds
the dentist gave me are
not doing anything
to soothe my pain.
I don’t have somatic
delusions. The
fucking
tooth pain is real.
Shoot me full of h
and end me.
I don’t
want to live anymore.
Stabbed
by
Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Was she
stabbed
or did
she
stab
herself?
She won’t
say.
She’s
guarded
that
way. She
loves
to seek
attention.
She wants
to
be the
one
that’s
always
talked
about.
She said
she
would
like to
be a
rock
star. In fact
she said
she
was one. But
no one
has
ever
heard
her sing
or
play
guitar.
She bangs
on
doors
pretty
good. Perhaps
she is
a
drummer
or
hard
playing
piano
player. Her
stab
wounds were
not too
deep.
There
was not
too much
blood.
Perhaps
she
doesn’t
bleed.
She might
be
an alien.
I Got Sick
by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
If I had
been able
to apply
myself in
school, I would
have done much
better. I
would have worked.
But it’s not
my fault that
I got sick.
Voices came
into my
head. They have
been with me
all my life.
I should not
have gotten
married. It
didn’t work out.
I have not
seen my kids
in years. They
must be so
old now. I
don’t like these
voices. They
keep getting
worse. Lately,
they want me
to jump in
traffic or
overdose
on my pills.
Now what can
you do for
me? Are you
my saviour?
Luis’s chapbooks Keepers of Silence and
Without Peace were published by Kendra Steiner Editions in 2007. His first poetry book, Raw Materials, was
published by Pygmy Forest Press. New poetry will appear in Pearl,
Lit Chaos, and DecomP.
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