In My Skin
by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
The water shaped
my head.
It gave me a
fish eye and a
crocodile eye.
The sea gave
me the heart
of a shipwrecked
sailor afraid
of sailing. The
dreams I had
were vivid liquid
dreams. In the
shower I felt
most in my skin.
In the
waves
I was drowning
in sorrow. My
crocodile tears
were real. In
the ocean I kept
chasing
another being
resembling me.
Luis lives in California
and
works in Los Angeles. His poetry, art, and photography has appeared in Black
Petals, Blue Collar Review, Kendra Steiner Editions, Medusa's
Kitchen, Rogue Wolf Press, Venus in Scorpio Poetry Journal,
and Yellow Mama Webzine.
