A Better Catch
The seventy-year-old house
has its charm, well, it doesn’t.
It is the only house I know
where I can find my space.
I have no idea how long I will
remain here. I surmise forever.
It’s hard to meet someone. It
is far from confounding. I know
I am not some great prize.
A thief or a fish is a better catch.
I lay in solitudes and I listen
to the train’s whistle late at night.
I never lose sleep in the old house.
- Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal 2018
Luis, born in Mexico, lives in 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 latest chapbook, Make the Light Mine, was published by Kendra Steiner Editions. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming from Ink Sweat & Tears, Poppy Road Review, and The Stray Branch.
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