Arturo
Alessandra Benitez
I was born at night My first memory of my mother’s face Drops of honey on her forehead Love on her cheeks Her milky skin red as a siren While she held me tightly I grew up untroubled Chasing my brothers around the house My mother cooking That sweet Menudo smell forever into my heart Happiness came when I met my wife Working at a bank Pools of honey in her eyes that saw through my flirt Her childlike laughter reminded me of home I was blessed when my first daughter was born Constellations of freckles dressing up her face With honey-colored locks and a warrior’s attitude Like her grandmother But with her mother’s laugh inside her Yet I was trapped for years After that first sip of beer (It looked like honey) Missing grandkids’ birthdays Playdates and heartbreaks I had been clean for a year When the sand of the hourglass ran out On that dreadful dawn
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I was born at night And I died at night
