Letisia Cruz




That night you stood outside my door in your wet clothes
and I wanted to will your hand
to lift.

I imagined you standing
alone on our covered balcony where nothing but old plants
waited to be watered. It was late—we were always late.
So I stood at that corner by the window

and watched you and your arms
hanging like filthy curtains in a motel,
the kind you keep your hands
away from.


LETISIA CRUZ is a Cuban-American poet living in Miami, Florida. She is currently earning her MFA in Creative Writing at Fairleigh Dickinson University.


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