How do you explain what you have done?
With your hybrid mouth, a split tongue.How do you explain the warmth
sucking you open, leaving you
like a gutted machine?It is a luxury to tell a story.
How do you explain
that the words are made by more
than your wanting?— Erika L. Sánchez, from “The Poet at Fifteen,” American Journal: Fifty Poems for Our Time
(Source: lifeinpoetry)









