Lydia Cortes
Find the Form to Love Your Life (Section 4)
Remember the fontanel the hole in your crown That never quite closed your skull vulnerable Ever since they poured the holy water right over That venerable spot where things can be let out But also let in let in the sun and the shine too don’t Be stingy giving accommodations on the cheap to Things to the best things which may or not be free To be free you and me and the bees those that still Survive to be and flee or fly or stay in one place hovering In place when there’s something interesting to observe To be near to to be part of to be a party to to party till There’s no manana there’s only today only the now Only the process forget the end the ends of the earth Are there to be be you and me and be explored on Streets of sesame and rogering on with the mister The good mister the good guy who didn’t care if You spoke English or not you were still worthwhile
Editor’s Note: “Find the Form to Love Your Life” is a long poem that we are posting in eleven sections. While today’s section appears on a Sunday, most of the sections appear on consecutive Saturdays.
Lydia Cortes is the author of the poetry collections Lust for Lust (Ten Pell Books, 2002) and Whose Place (Straw Gate Books, 2009). Her work appears in the anthologies Puerto Rican Poetry: An Anthology from Aboriginal to Contemporary Times (U Mass Press, 2006) and Breaking Ground: Anthology of Puerto Rican Women Writers in New York 1980-2012 (Editorial Campana, 2012). Recent work has appeared in Upstreet and on the Black Earth Institute’s 30 Days Hath September poetry feature curated by Patricia Spears Jones.
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Editor’s Note: “Find the Form to Love Your Life” is a long poem that we are posting in eleven sections on consecutive Saturday’sS