|Arsenic Lobster poetry journal||
|El Rio Escondido
She lost a semiprecious trinket
in the basin when she was a young girl.
It drained in the river.
She brushes her long, undulating hair
to unlock her longing,
& comb a path to all she lost—
the waves of El Rio Escondido.
She wakes with soreness
from phantom breastfeeding
after her son was lost to her.
She swims in the river of memory
where she embraces him,
smells the change of seasons in her hair
& the ripening cacao.
Her longing subdued—her hair knotted
at the nape of her neck with a hairpin,
a trinket found.
About Onnyx Bei