Letter from Vacuum
By Karla Cordero
Your carpet is a landfill
Everything tastes broken and bitter
There is no happy in your filth
Bruise my self-esteem
on beer cap edges, gravel
from last week’s rainfall, brown
apple cores, crooked safety pins
The goldfish continues to
cough up kitchen grease
I drown in pencil shavings,
abandoned promise ring, burnt
popcorn crumbs, bloody
band-aids, loose hair pulled by anger
The manual says I am not meant
to swallow living room hurricanes
Tragedy is a mouth full of dry
flower petals, a moth
with a damaged wing, candle
wax tears, eyelashes left
homeless, chipped wall paint
There’s a gallon of lavender and
brushes in the closet I know you keep ignoring
Your shadow left two days ago
Your smile hitchhiked to a face
that knows the touch of laughter
I am simply tired,
tired of picking up memories
soaked in cobweb ashes
and I am sorry
I will no longer digest your ugly
After spending 18 years of my life in a hot little border town called Calexico, California, I moved to San Marcos in search of opportunity. I studied at Cal State San Marcos, served as the event coordinator for the campus Creative Writing Community and Workshop, and graduated in 2012 with a B.A. in Liberal Studies, with an emphasis in Literature and Writing.
My poetry has been published in The Palm Magazine, Oh Cat, and in several chapbooks, and I have written for Depict Art Magazine. I have also organized social justice-themed readings, and I am currently writing toward an MFA in Creative Writing at San Diego State.
I perform as a spoken word poet throughout San Diego County, sharing humorous yet evocative metaphors for feminism, violence against women, and my experiences as an Hispanic woman.
Eve Ensler is my hero!
Photo credit: Daniel Oines via a Creative Commons license.