Two quarters paid to a man
standing at a tall
podium. Two quarters
to walk In
the red and white striped tent.
Suspended in amber
Infants with heads that
closed in silence. Infants that dispelled the
same last breath.
Woven together as if still forming
an embryo. Joined
at the lungs. Breaking and bending the normal
shape. A two- headed
Nightingale, with their twisted tails and skeleton
hips. An impossible error displayed
Walking out of the red and white
striped tent. The gold liquid flushed from my throat.
Originally from Los Angeles, Celeste Morales has
been living in North County San Diego since 2009.
Her colorful poetry impress mysterious images upon the
reader leaving it open for interpretation.