arte by Yessica, poema by yucca
living on the borderlands
means paddling in shallow bodies of water,
llorando por que we can’t express, ni explain,
the weight of our bones
the overwhelming taming and booty flaming
and the way nopalitos sting us in our sleep.
when we open our eyes,
la luna, el corazon, y el sol,
remind us of a swinging spectrum
the rays pulsating into crescents and corn husks
as las ranitas give birth through the night.
creating un mundo sin fronteras,
is understanding that we illuminate through barricades
perpetuated by the thorns of our past
cradled by a transparent power
and are able to fragment them within ourselves
with the help of others.