Based on a Puerto Rican Myth
In my dream:
In search for wings, a stranger offers to stretch
skin; a cloth of flesh linking my sides to my wrist;
tanning to make them stronger; a black wind
to raise my body into night; blinded eyes as payment.
To the sky I fly with outstretched skin, begging
remorse or acceptance. In fear, life flees night
resting on the lone star in the sky – just beneath
the moon’s halo. I glide to my cave, hang the ceiling,
let the blood rush to my head – dive further into dreams.
In my pride, a continuous loss of sense;
no longer being able to decipher my own shadow;
no longer to be able to hear my own voice,
or the ones of others; no longer a ground to stand
firmly on; I am a fractured whole, only within myself.