8/5/2021 Poetry by Vanessa Chica Ferreira Timo Newton-Syms CC Press play across our brown tiled living room floor my parents are dancing Salsa their bodies becoming a call and response my mother shines the smile she uses when she wants something my father gives her his everything In those rare moments, undoubtedly, I feel like I came from love we sing along as Frankie Ruiz sings about infidelities the secret calls the scheduled meets We relive past and future memories my father sweats of Obsession his thick gold chain sliding across his chest the heavy cross dangling pulsating to the beat my mother’s hips/a figure skater I hold up six fingers giving her a perfect score my father’s right-hand spins my mother from corner to corner his left hand on her lower back his silverback chest thumping this time she dances just for him a grey thunderous cloud, our normal yelling and breaking is asked to wait in the dining room it hovers over the door frame like a child that is used to getting all of the attention The lamp in the room becomes a spotlight on a 12-year-old daughter’s wish for a song that never ends I begin all my planting with an apology In the in-between My mother meets me in my yard In her hands she holds a brown paper bag of seeds I slow down time to look at her Like an energetic child she pulls out an avocado seed A plump brown memory of home I tell her “Mami, it won't survive” She ignores me with a smile Takes extra care when planting Says “acuerdate de mi” every time I bite into an avocado She chuckles while asking me if I remember the time, I killed my grandmothers’ plants Calls herself “dramatica” for telling me I had “bad hands” She doesn’t know since then I begin all my planting with an apology She playfully reminds me not to overwater Tells me “Too much love can drown” I disagree, on the inside and offer her a drink from a bottomless glass ![]() Vanessa Chica Ferreira is an NYC educator, poet, playwright, fat activist, poetry editor for The Ice Colony, and founder of theWORDbox. A featured poet at various events throughout New York City. She co-wrote and performed in a 3 woman play titled “Live Big Girl” which debuted at The National Black Theatre. Her work has been published in The BX Files, The Abuela Stories Project, The Acentos Review, and Great Weather For Media. For more info visit www.vanessachica.com 8/6/2021 02:01:12 pm
Beautiful, heart-felt poems Vanessa. You took me there! I love you poetic voice.
Sara Morales
8/7/2021 05:24:25 am
Love your style, your rhythm. 8/7/2021 05:53:17 am
I visualized each poem, each word. I heard the Salsa music, the shuffling of steps, the whoosh of their turns. I felt the dirt on my fingers, the peacefulness of plantings the seed. I heard your whispered apologies as the plant begins to grow. Always a big fan of your poetry, and with those two poems, it reminds me why. Cuidate! Comments are closed.
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