Abraham’s Daughter

Abraham took Isaac’s hand and led him to the lonesome hill.
While his daughter hid and watched,
She dare not breathe. She was so still.
Just as an angel cried for the slaughter,
Abraham’s daughter raised her voice.

Then the angel asked her what her name was,
She said, “I have none.”
Then he asked, “How can this be? “
“My father never gave me one.”

And with his sword up, raised for the slaughter,
Abraham’s daughter raised her bow.
“How darest you, child, defy your father?”
“You better let young Isaac go.”


Portraits of an Asylum

Alizarin crimson through cheesecloth bandage wounds

hushed secrets loosed from abayas in the mad tangles of her hair

old scars cut by the moon, newly healed by stranger’s laugh-

I brought my gods to the madhouse.

Green Lover

Hoy vienen por mi, Green lover,
hoy hablan de mi, Green lover, corre!
Ve lejos de mí, sin culpa,
yo voy a parir con mis libros puestos

Llevo valor, llevo juventud,
llevo mi fe en volver, amor,
llevo cartas que nunca te di,
llevo la luz que nos despertó,
llevo discos de los Beatles y
fotos con vos y tu gorro gris,
llevo un blues dentro de este ron,
llevo a Luis cantándole al Sol,
llevo el reloj que me dio papá
y tu razón de querer volar