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Fountain View Cafe

A Poem by G. Cedillo

1.If I consume a decade of your life, it won't be as lonelya century. I’m certain not one person of the millionsthis city offers holds me in the..

Friend

A Poem by G. Cedillo

Friend, if I heard you call my namemy body would break like scattering fish. There are owl’s wings opening and closing over our eyes when we thi..

Summer Day

A Poem by G. Cedillo

1.After the strollers and wives left the park, the quiet track of a miniature train, and in the pond’s rushes swans resting on water, we climbed..

Sure, Why Not Sex?

A Poem by G. Cedillo

Soft-core used to do the trick, sure. Now, you want sex. A comic sensibility is the short end of the stick. I’m sure you want sex..

The Night Alton Sterling Died

A Poem by G. Cedillo

It’s 10:20 Houston time, moldy Wednesday night, not yet a week before Bastille Day, as people recover from long weekends, shop and recouplosses,..

First Night in the Hotel of My Soul

A Poem by G. Cedillo

1.In your apartment, the mountain abbey, I woke up slower.I recovered, took the waters. Unwanted madman strolling in my robe across your perfumed spac..

To the Waters

A Poem by G. Cedillo

That’s what I wanted to say, then.Something about your bare back looking like the sun-flecked shoalsof a river I’d never seen, whose bank..

Vodka Fourth

A Poem by G. Cedillo

Not the first Fourth without you, but the first Independence since we finally split apart, I remember because the weeks between messages grew like the..

What Do You Want of This Life?

A Poem by G. Cedillo

1.I confess, I’ve always approached your body as a supplicant. My mountain temple, climbing the million steps carrying a bowl of water. You dema..

When You Have Forgotten...

A Poem by G. Cedillo

1.Nothing personal about cold salad. You may rememberwe sat in the southwest corner of the Italian restaurant,but the food is the food, as is the tabl..