What
Remains
Our
days dwindle
without
epic moments
and
our attempts
to
create them
fail
inexorably.
The
fire in the
kitchen
destroys the meal
and
everything
else,
from top to
bottom,
and ash is
what
remains, just
like
the love that once was,
broken
hearts and
long
lasting wounds
are
all that remains.
These
days are like
rationed
meals that spoil once
they
are put on
your
plate; chew on that.
It
is what remains.
To
fail is what we
look
forward to. Embrace
the
ones who allow you
to
fail and
fail.
Luis
Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal
Born
in Mexico, Luis lives in California and works in the mental health field in Los
Angeles. He is the author of Raw Materials (Pygmy Forest Press), Keepers of
Silence (Kendra Steiner Editions), and Make the Water Laugh (Rogue Wolf Press).
His poems were published by Ariel Chart, Mad Swirl, Unlikely Stories, and
Zygote in my Coffee.