Despite Their Best Efforts.
I was little more than a bottle cap of whiskey More than once I was rebozo slung over a sleepy mouthed junkie for CK one Mira the everyday people baby Mira like opening fire with candy Mira my matted hair so model off duty While others donned tiaras and worldpeace I was sizing up cops and clergy At seven I ravaged a nativity sullied the feet of baby jesus so he wouldn't be so trusting Mira if we are the world then I was a test of levees I saw to it all my dolls were potty-trained and waterboarded each on a gurney At dawn when they came home exhausted from the double shift another follower dozed in an ice bath with one less kidney I was but the cliffhanger from the great flood babbling to a broken city I am the future the crumbling bricks and overcrowding I am the first language no one is speaking Mira a different world This time you won't betray me the barricades giving way Mira even the liquor stores are closing
Born to a Mexican mother and Jewish father, ROSEBUD BEN-ONI is a 2013 CantoMundo Fellow. Her work appears in Arts & Letters, Bayou, B O D Y, Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review, Lana Turner Journal and Puerto del Sol. Her debut book of poems, Solecism, was published by Virtual Artists Collective in 2013. Rosebud is a co-editor for Her Kind (herkind.org) at VIDA: Women in Literary Arts (vidaweb.org). Find out more about her at 7TrainLove.org.
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|Publication:||The American Poetry Review|
|Date:||Jan 1, 2014|
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