ONE FLASH, TWO POEMS – Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

Posted: May 15, 2012 in Fiction, Flash, Poetry
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I never had the chance
to have fun. I was too
busy taking medications.

Life isn’t like a movie.
In movies they have
goals. I can’t really act.

I got stretched out
when I was in school,
which is why I stopped
going. It was too hard.

Just let me go back
to the streets. Going
to a home is never
going to cure me.

I don’t know who the father of my child is. I never got his name and he did not pay me enough money. He left me at the hotel drunk and in a daze. He must have put something in my drink or gave me some bad meth. This will be my third child. I don’t know where the other children are. The state took them from me because they said I was an unfit mother. But look at me doctor. I am in good shape. Men pay me good money to lie next to this body. Do you want to try me? I won’t charge you a cent. I made it with a doctor before. I think the father of my unborn child was a doctor. At the bar where we met he told me he was a boobie inspector. He told me that when he bought me my first drink. After that we ended up in a hotel room. When I woke up there was a 20 dollar bill on the dresser. I usually charge ten times that doctor. How much would you be willing to pay?


They have Tasers
on the ceiling
pointed at me and
burning my skin.

There is a bloodspot
on the ceiling.
In the attic the
bad people hide.

The Mexicans want
to take my house.
They are going to
control the world

because they don’t
stop having kids.
They will start a war
and kill us all.

  1. I like Luis’s work.

  2. Man, I love your poems. Please, feed me more.

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