| BABY SIZE She has no concept of caring for children. She wants her children to remain baby size. She gives up her children once they are one or two. Three are in foster homes and one's in the oven. In a year or two this one's going up for adoption. She's made up her distorted mind. She's always buying baby clothes. Blue for the boys. Pink for the girls. She's hoping for twins. (Previously appeared in Zenyth Publications) ©Luis Berriozabal 2007 |
| ASSAULT Assault, now that is a strong term. I threw a coffee cup at the cop. But I was within my rights as I feared he'd draw first blood. When you've had your ass beat by these bullies in the past you do things out of anger and spite. I should know best. But I'm ill. I'm here with others just like me. I'm not assaultive by any stretch. It was just one of those things. He was coming and I was scared. The cop beat my ass senseless. The coffee in his shirt: but it was not even hot: lukewarm. He shouldn't cry. He got me. (Previously appeared in Babel Magazine) ©Luis Berriozabal 2007 |
| THE SEVENTIES I am not 23. I am 39. I am from the seventies. Of course, that's my mother, she's 42. But she's an imposter. Don't believe her, doctor. She's a liar. She lies. I am from the seventies. Look at my beard and the clothes I wear. I am ready to disco. Cool it with the meds. They make me tired. I feel like I'm in the eighties. Please, go away now. My favorite show's coming on: Starky and Hutch. Oh, I know I've got no TV. It is all here in my mind. I am from the seventies. ©Luis Berriozabal |
