poetry

     A little before dying
ni Imelda Morales Aznar

A woman in her thirties lives here.
On most days, she gets blue bruises
from hitting her thigh or shin on
furniture corners. After eating rice,
she picks up a few grains from the
floor. She reads in bed, against the
ashen lamp. And at night, before
dreaming, she lies awake and waits
for things that will never arrive.

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