Born in Mexico, Luis lives in California and works in Los Angeles. His poetryhas appeared in Blue Collar Review, Mad Swirl, Unlikely Stories, and YellowMama Webzine. His latest poetry book, Make the Water Laugh, was publishedby Rogue Wolf Press in 2021. His other books and chapbooks have been published by Deadbeat Press, Kendra Steiner Editions, New Polish Beat, Poet’s Democracy, Propaganda Press, Pygmy Forest Press and Ten Pages Press (ebook).

Cat Food Dream

My curiosity was killed by the cat.
It mistook me for a mouse and took
my head in its mouth. The cat was
enormous and filled with mischief.

It let me breathe enough to remind
my brain I was only dreaming. How
I became mouse-size I have no idea.
It must have been the cat’s dream

that I was supernaturally sucked into.
If it was a squirrel’s dream I
might have been a nut or a doll in
a Holly Day squirrel Facebook post.

Slowly, the Days Move Fast

In the grips of winter,
how long will you last?
Slowly, the days move fast.
You stand exposed to
the weight of cold weather.

Broken bottles strewn
across your feet, you
carry your weight for so
long. The breeze does not
let up. In your t-shirt and
no coat, winter chips away
at your existence.

The Colors of the Sky

Peering into the dying sun
through a partial cloud,
waiting for twilight and
straggling stars. I have
nothing better to do
than to stand outside
and wait for the colors
of the sky to change.
Without sunglasses I am
certain to go blind. It
would be a comfort to me.
I have seen too much.
I saw you walk away for
the last time. This is it
for me. I have nothing
else to look forward to.
Perhaps a change in
the color of the sky
would bring brighter
thoughts to my mind.