erick sáenz
after Rosa Alcalá
Recuerdos, como costras.
Me siento en mi coche
y lloro, las palabras
son conocidas pero no.
Estas marcas no sanan:
canciones para tí, canciones
para nosotros.
Erick Sáenz is a writer from Los Angeles, Currently living in San Francisco. In addition to self-publishing several chapbooks // zines // pamphlets in the tradition of DIY, he is the author of two collections of poetry and one collection of fiction. When not writing he can be found watching baseball, listening to loud music, and hanging out with his partner + two cats in their rent controlled apartment in the Inner Sunset.
Instagram: @asteriskformemory
On dirty fingernails
[whose hands are these]
between color or grass, underfoot
blanket beer evening
the sound of everything,
moving
[fondest memory]
a backyard or childhood home, sanctuary
bloom bury repeat
this green thumb,
inherited