I was born in a desert, below the sea level
purple and bald. Third grade teacher
made me draw the same tree seven times.
My classmates hid a set of Care Bears
pencils under my desk. My best
girlfriend so ugly I skipped the kissing part.
At 37 everyone is aware
of my craziness and I see why.
Long distance phone call with my mother:
Remember you’re old and you haven’t done
nothing with your life. Don’t get married
just have a baby, you’ll remember my words,
you will regret it for the rest of your life if you don’t.
If witchcraft works, I have to congratulate
my first drunkard macho boyfriend.
Our four years ended with a curse:
she will not be for me, the devil or any man.
I write poems with guts and all my heart and
Universities rejected my poems.
I am not American born and I have an accent,
but I write in English and my passport is dark blue.
Last winter I made the decision to dedicate
the rest of my frenetic, voluptuous
and desolated life to poetry.
For my poems I traveled to a pathetic
poetry conference in Italy, and spent my savings.
Sometimes I replace writing poems for my dildo,
it takes me no more than 10 minutes
then I return to read and write poetry
and there is nothing romantic about me.
I do feel the dread of others, Alas!
I lack what the famous female poets don’t. Lack for friends.
Like when my mother says look at your deranged face
Mother you are thousands of miles away
the farer you are, the closer I am to my poetry and myself.
Vivian Sanchbraj is a poet. Her work has been published in poetry anthologies in Spain and literary journals in Mexico. She is studying in Spalding University’s MFA program in poetry writing. She is currently working on her first bilingual poetry book. She can be found on twitter @VivianSanchbraj and on Facebook.