Fake It Until I make It by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

I’m going to fake it

until I make it.

I’m the Mack and I

will not be cornered.

I don’t believe in cash.

Give me some credit.

I’m dope until things

start to go wrong for me.

When I get suicidal

I check myself in.

I don’t want to go back

to the penitentiary.

I’ll go to the hospital.

It’s much better there.

All the pretty nurses

are in love with me.

I am a registered

lethal weapon. I’m

getting too old

to deal with this shit.

Give me immunity

and I will tell you stories

that will make your head

come off at the neck.

About Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal:

Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal, born in Mexico, lives in Southern California, and works in the mental health field in Los Angeles. His first book of poems, Raw Materials, was published by Pygmy Forest Press. His poetry online and in print has appeared in Ariel Chart, Blue Collar

Review, Kendra Steiner Editions, Mad Swirl, Unlikely Stories, and Yellow Mama Magazine.