Poetry 2014 / Volume 45

A Poem for Luis — Michelle Donahue

San Miguel, Guatemala You can’t speak mine so I’ll try to speak yours. Aburrido you said. Bored when the other guests spoke only English & you were left alone working at the bar with nothing but sky & Lago Peten Itza lit like a carnival. Aburrido. Your eyes bore into mine. You look so cansado. … Continue reading