7/28/2016 0 Comments Two Poems by Sergio OrtizDry Portrait of Frida Kahlo From eyebrow to bars I am crowned with a rail of thorns this vertebral column of skulls agonizes me this severed placenta slavery feeds me the orphanage pushing my gut aborts me I am a motherless ghost my dry udders drip rusted curds punishment for a castrated uterus Oh, how I limp in my portraits Every sterile night, I un-nurse the fetuses in the bones of my bed and my eyes bleed drops of mirrors that speak to me and the twisted breath of daily tragedy nails me and I am hidden in my Nana, I breastfeed shadows with the same loneliness that night pours inside me and I paint myself without looking Syria 2016 Today I continue to be sad as if I had died looking at the fungi of depleted uranium spreading through the bodies of children while I listen to Tartini as if he were a memorable man. Today I continue to be barefoot on my city’s streets without friends, and no one to wait for me at home. My loneliness is so deep that I sit and listen to birdsong, and no longer want to be here. There’s nothing removing my annoyance, nothing allowing me to relive my love. Bio: Sergio A. Ortiz is the founding editor of Undertow Tanka Review. His collections of Tanka, For the Men to Come (2014), and From Life to Life (2014) were released by Amazon. He’s a two time Pushcart nominee and a four time Best of the Web nominee. His poems have been publish in over four hundred journals and anthologies.
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