Vacant Blues
By Urayoán Noel
I swallow a pill but there is no cure
A city map won’t get me where I want to go
Scaling the scaffold,
mindless of the mall,
unaware of driveways
where housewives dodge the wrecking ball,
I crawl outside these vacant blues
and into the contours of your eyes
Urayoán Noel, “Vacant Blues” from Kool Logic. Copyright © 2005 by Urayoán Noel. Reprinted by permission of Bilingual Press/Editorial Bilingüe.
Source:
Kool Logic
(Bilingual Press/Editorial Bilingüe, 2005)
