Tag: Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

Zygote In My Coffee (Her Breath) by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

Zygote In My Coffee (Her Breath) after Brian Fugett I suppose her breath was nice. I dreamt about her three times. She was watching tv all alone. She was sitting on a big pillow. The corner of the tv had what looked like a Post-it-note, and above her was a halo suspended over her head. …

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3 poems by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

I Am Luis I am Luis. I am not an alien. I came from Mexico. I am Cuauhtémoc too. I was born in the 60’s. I speak Spanish. I speak English too. Why am I condemned? You cannot conquest me. I remember the place where I came from, my grandparents, my aunts, my uncles, and …

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