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Ellis Reyes Aug 2019
You missed my birthday
Again.

I prayed a million times
And still,
You didn't come.

How many has it been?
Eight or nine or maybe
twelve birthdays?

You've forgotten...

The yellow balloon
with the elephant.

Every year I blow it up
Hoping that it will bring me luck
Bring
You back.

But it doesn't

Bring either.
Ellis Reyes Aug 2019
In the small house down the block...

Hundreds of tangerine air fresheners
hang from the ceiling.

Cars come and go
At all hours
Furtive movement
Car to house
House to car

In the dim light
bills are traded for small baggies
Bits of chemical provide relief.
Temporarily

Nearby...
Children play
Happy
Ignorant of the filth that surrounds them

In the small house down the block...

Plastic buckets
Chemicals and bleach
Hollow-eyed adults use long sticks
to stir the brew
Fiberglass respirators and rubber gloves protect them
There is no God here.

Nearby...
Children play
Happy, smiling
Curious

In the small house down the block...

Skeletal adults are strewn
randomly on floors    couches   and     chairs
Sleeping the non-sleep of the drugged undead.
Cigarettes and blunts burn in ashtrays.
Roaches and rats feast
on ignored food

Nearby...
A child challenges a rat for pizza
She brushes off the bugs
Hunger overtaking revulsion
She bites down
Weekends are bad
Monday she'll eat again
at school
Where she's fed
her only reliable meals.
-- she hates Spring Break --

In the small house down the block...

A toddler bobbles around
He looks into this
He looks into that
Curious about the world around him

A bucket with bubbles
That's fun.
The bubbles are deep
He leans over
He reaches
down, down, down
SPLASH!!!

It must have been the sirens
that caused them to stir.
It wasn't his agonized screams
It wasn't the girl's wailing and tears
Huh? Wha?
They rise
Unfocused, unaware, unconcerned

3:19 PM

In the small house down the block...
A 17 month old boy dies of chemical burns
To the eyes, nose, trachea, and lungs

Nearby...
The skeletal adults are angry
that they will receive $357.84 less
in welfare payments next month.
Based on a true story
Ellis Reyes May 2019
Was she ashamed of the ******* that she bore?
I’ll never know
Was she ashamed that her children favored a man she despised?
I’ll never know
Was she ashamed of her childhood poverty?
Was she ashamed of her physical infirmity?
Was she ashamed of her educational insufficiency?
Was she ashamed of her family disunity?
I’ll never know

She carried an unyielding burden of shame
Its roots
remain buried with her
forever
Ellis Reyes May 2019
Sometimes we see threads of a life we might have led
We pick them up and follow them for awhile
Until the frayed ends lead to nowhere
Ellis Reyes May 2019
There are many
The farm
The house on Wilson Road
The places in Texas and Kansas
Not really.

I am not a tree
I am a tumbleweed
Rootless, restless
Waiting for the wind
To take me to the next place
Ellis Reyes May 2019
Vea la bellisima y la oportunidad
He sees the beauty and its potential
Vea las flores en el lodo
He sees the flowers in the mud
Vea la felicidad en el dolor
He sees the happiness in the pain
La paz en el ruido
The peace in the chaos

Cada dia toca la tristeza
La pobreza
Pero su orgullo no reduzca
Porque...
Vea la bellisima en la feisima
La felicidad en el dolor
La paz en el ruido
Las flores en el lodo
Es su hogar
Y
Vive para salvar
Cada dia
I wrote this for some wonderful people I met on a trip to Europe a couple of years ago. I'm not sure if the grammar is exactly correct, but I made it sound as nice as I could.
Ellis Reyes May 2019
My death will be like rain
It will seem unpleasant for a moment
Then
You will see how much nicer the world is
And you'll be happy
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