Monday, August 5, 2019

Fear the Senses by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

I fear the senses
coming and going.
I mine for feelings
hidden in my heart.
I know my thoughts have
stalled. My organs have
shut down. I rely

on my eyes to see.
My health is all I
had. How I suffer
in my soul? I mine
my heart for strength. I
just have one. I don’t
know why I’ve gone mad.






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.




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