Archive of New Mexico Poetry – Joe Ray Sandoval
she is
pasted on poster
boards constructions
of women
with breasts
the size of pine cones arms of oak
trees and legs spread
across his
stories / her words
weave rings around a spine
heard under foot
in september
the ax breaks
bones / the fabric of paper
the framework of structure
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we stand on the corner and wait
for the light the mother’s tongue
sweeps across the roofs of our mouths
we say the word reina
remembering to roll the r
the echo breaks into color
arranging itself on walls
bodies occupy spaces outlined shaded
manufactured by needles point
paint brushes shotgun shells
overcast in roses crosses
silk / hands clasped
head dropped eyes still open
she just looks that way
in her thoughts and in her words
in what she has done
and what she has failed to do
she becomes la llorona the weeping woman
she pushed her children into the current
not yet able to swim
they paint the water red
the color of rain lips prayer
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About the Poet
Joe Ray Sandoval lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico. These poems are from his book, Reina.
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