IPOMOEA.
by jesús guzmán bañuelos
look at this castle built by a lonesome child, the walls are made of books, see the wild garden with shades of green and brown, the visiting bees, some birds, a skunk or two,
who walk by the possums in a mutual search for bugs, they might ask, do you see a reflection in the water? read the gapped walls, the child asks a beetle, do you smile
as you hide under the leafy green? do you feel hidden and safe? should I assume you are also lying? either way, try your best to love the unlovable, how do you love others
well? this abundant love, held back by a damn, can you teach me, all about this love? start with the endless ways to be afraid. the air feels cool under the leafy shade.
