Angelica Melendez

Lonely wharf fisherman
with empty buckets of
paint thumping
of no fish tonight
surrounds himself
in confectioner's sugar rooftops
teasing languid, tickling
the skies.
Alberto and Yadira, forlorn duo
eternally embraced in
the people's graffitti ink.
Hum-drum
Yum-yum
Give me some
La Coca Falls purification.
Let the rain god, Huracan
sleep with historians.
It never changes.
The rooster sings his song
backwards
while the turkey wiggles
its tail at the bored
dog-eared malanga leaf.
Listen put your ear
to the stone
hear German accents
recent footsteps on the ground
Juan Diego is laughing
Holding his reign
fingering green velvet moss
covered beds.
Patterning my steps
through the skyline
reaching the smallest
orchid in the world
locked in my throat.

In an embankment of wet earth,
rice, and beans
I'll live and die forever.

Angelica Melendez hails from Brooklyn, New York and is the product of a "very Neuyorican heritage and transplanted upbringing."

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