Mente Mezcla

It’s at the intersection of unexpected   And (seemingly) inconvenient   Where tides meet Like the seas join oceans   Caribbean to Atlantic in Vieques The water warm and cold turns back on itself at the Cape: Agulhas current, Benguela current   Making Good Hope.   It’s there where Yemaya speaks Her words light plankton iridescent So much that they join words   Scientific   To describe the miracle   Biological and luminous   Bio-lumin- ESSENCE The last word, the suffix   Being the only one   Really required.   In this world where men make war In the sacred name of love   misplaced   By fear and atonement,   Endless cycle Women commune with the moon   In their own bodies   Cheat death by birthing life, And write humanity’s history in the   microscopic acidic blueprints   that flow through these veins,   hide in our cells Carrying generational stories   Releasing them to create and susta...

I forgot to put the subject  In front of the action. I lost my step Steep footing  sharp, gentle sloped terrain  Trouble ahead  Double rewind  Whimsical, thorny branches  Litter the neat cobblestone path to a Forbearing, forbidding garden  Paw licking felines line the walls Hiss to the beat of her steps  Tender pulsating bliss  As she moves  Gingerly in silence  Through their land  Holding her own hand  Mind cursed, Well versed  Human Beast  Sacred mammal  She knows  she’s hunting and hunted  Softly piercing eyes  Fixated on her foliage  Wondering what’s poison,  What’s nourishing     So she steps in front of the bow As the arrow loses Splinters  Near miss and Direct hit  Creating  An extraordinarily dull  ordinary contradiction  See: He wants her vulnerable  What happens when she’s not?

Press Play,   But don’t rewind   Time is a circle It doesn’t matter if you try   The dice will always hit the floor You will always pick them up   And roll them again