Author name: Rattle

Audio, Poems, Poets Respond

Cocoa Ghazal

Metaphor: my skin and my hair taste like cocoa.
Real life: grandparents kiss under trees heavy with cocoa.

As girls, we’d creak down the steep Dutch stairs,
return with mugs bursting with creamy hot cocoa.

Audio, Awards, Poems, Poetry Prize

Elegy for Tío Lazaro

Because he was already dying, he figured
there was no harm in huffing through 2 or 3 cigarettes

in the early morning before my mother would wake—
the animal of his thin, brown body lassoed

to an oxygen tank.

Poems, Sonnets, Tributes

Costume

Our game’s a cross between A Chorus Line
and Fame. Rehearsals, here in our backyard.
Pretend the lawn’s the stage. The tutu’s mine,
but I let David pick a leotard.

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