Notes on the Dead, and: Go Ahead Enter
- Notes on the Dead, and: Go Ahead Enter
Notes on the Dead
There are some knots impossible to undo.Mierda must have been the final word.I heard the quiet rumor that a bulletentered his skin and my own mind drilledit through his forehead.But the iron intent expanded insideand he banged his head like a goat on the sidewalk.It's a good thing he died that fast,cut from our lives.Where you bringing us a bag of groceries?Some alcema bread?It was the hour of thieves, they tell me.For me, my dear love, you were never a thief.But with you dead now, it is somethingI need to distinguish. [End Page 30]
Go Ahead Enter
I will stand with you in the cupboardsof your era when you looked most happylike the nescient inflatable-dogs you made for your daughtersblue and magenta fat and focused.The sun leading us you with your rotted luggagetowards what's awaitingfor you that enamel doorat the edge of skythe amateur ways of your new bodysideling thirsty and bluebelieves there is music ahead. [End Page 31]
Silvia Bonilla lives in New York. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Green Mountains Review, Rhino, Jet Fuel Review, The Acentos Review, Reed Magazine, Cimarron Review, among others. She has received scholarships from The Vermont College of Fine Arts, Tupelo Press and a Colgate Writers Conference Fellowship.
