Eloisa Amezcua


I’m dangerous;           there’s little left

           inside this body—

that hasn’t wanted    not to subtract

           from the world.

I can divide a man     into men. This

           isn’t a warning

or confession.            Call me what

           you’d like;

in my own mind         I’m a mirror.

           I see everything

except myself.            This way I can’t

           lose: even when

broken, a polished      surface reflects

           whatever looks in.

eloisa_amezcuaEloisa Amezcua is an Arizona native. Her poetry and translations are published or forthcoming from Poetry Magazine, The Journal, Prelude, and others. Her chapbook On Not Screaming is forthcoming from Horse Less Press. You can find her at www.eloisaamezcua.com.

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