- f is for forever, and: The Flame
f is for forever
you know i had to provei existed every morning
wide enough to devour starlightopening its hungry mouth
in my hand rattled awakei went back there those nights
with another black Krylonand falling i spun eyes closed
close to my shoulder bladesa sharp wind rose to clip me
like a pair of scissorswinged soaring until i
went out of flight and wokefrom dreaming a death
where i followedinto the cemetery
the brown boys i saidi wasn't going to go out like
as if it were that easy forthem foos to take me
there with a 187 in silverover my name I knew
everyone will punk youif one toy does because
i already knew who i was &didn't care for them because [End Page 122]
it was something the wordsI RUN SHIT FOREVER
meant on cinderblock ora rooftop making me believe
i would remain O what a briefsprayed stay i had so
higher and higher i climbedfences as if i could fly from— [End Page 123]
The Flame
A ballerina a boy sees spinningin a music box. Or in the light ofa candle, the day of a family tripto a Spanish mission. The candle flamelike a hand up for him to stop lookingat his parents through the window. They areyelling outside. Mouths wide: claws without sound.Glass too thick, the boy too far to hear themthis time. The candle whips after his breath.Or, this is home years later. Music boxon Mom's vanity. Ballerina withsilver turnkey winding into her spine.There she is, his mother, gathering clothesin black bags—a background of blurred hurry.Someone tell this boy it's okay to beafraid. The ballerina's arms are raised,curved like the tip of a flame. His mom says,only take what you can hold in your hands.The ballerina slowly spins. He wantsto see what she does when the music ends.His mother grabs his arm—something he won'tremember. He'll remember leaving herthere; a soft, boxed music clicking away;how a flame can tremble but still hold, howstiff her body was as she turned and turned. [End Page 124]
Michael Torres is a CantoMundo fellow from Pomona, California, where he spent his adolescence as a graffiti artist. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Huizache and Green Mountains Review among others. He has received awards from the Minnesota State Arts Board, the Jerome Foundation and the Loft.