This Heart Trembles
This heart trembles
when the wind makes
my clothing dance.
This heart trembles
inside when the
wind calls my name,
when it says hello.
In the dusk I
feel a spirit
on my bed. It
caresses my hair
and then pulls it.
I hear its voice.
I lose my mind.
The spirit has
a certain flair.
It describes my
faults. The spirit
is a bad ghost.
This heart trembles.
I turn white as
my clothes dance. My
socks feel too tight.
The spirit calls
my name. It’s a witch
jangling my keys.
Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Born in Mexico, Luis lives in California and works in Los Angeles.
His most recent
book, Make the Water Laugh, was published by Rogue Wolf Press. His
poems
online and in print have appeared in Ariel Chart, Blue Collar
Review, Kendra Steiner
Editions, Mad Swirl, Medusa's Kitchen, Rye Whiskey Review, and Unlikely Stories.