In order to avert a crisis,
the family comes as one
to plead their case: no one
bothers to verify if it is true
a child is on the way—
how could it not be so?
Quick to the church,
and quickly exit with streams
of jaunty orange and gold;
and all that rice, rained on
the heads of all who’ve
gathered at the door:
and all that fractures
and multiplies in little
bits of rattling white.
—Luisa A Igloria
11 07 2011
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch