Poemas de Tania de Rozario

September 01, 2019Maria S. Mendes

(…)This is not 

some ode with your name on it. I want
to write you a poem that drives a bullet 

through your beliefs, plagues you
with your own reflection, shatters
every illusion like bricks through a window 

pane: let it stir the birds in your chest 

so hard they burst through your flesh
in a spectacle of sound and despair. I want 

to write you a poem that lingers
on your breath like cigarettes, stings
your eyes like salt, its fingers pointing 

unflinchingly: This is what you are.