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.