Last night, I let in all the birds. I told my grandmother to stay awhile. I said, stop disguising yourself as wind. You are not the only one who can fly.
I told my grandmother to stay awhile. There is something in the wind. I recognize your voice. You are not the only one who can fly. Have you seen Montezuma’s aviaries—still green, full of breath?
There is something in the wind. I recognize your voice. You talk to me all at once with your mouth full. Have you seen Montezuma’s aviaries—still green, full of breath? Cuídate, I thought you were blessing me.
You talk to me all at once with your mouth full. I don’t believe in god but I do believe in Mexicans. Cuídate, I thought you were blessing me. I am sorry I picked all your red tulips.
I don’t believe in god but I do believe in Mexicans. I said, stop disguising yourself as wind. I am sorry I picked all your red tulips. Last night, I let in all the birds.
Monica Rico