of the ceiling

Amalia Mayita Mendez, The Opening (photograph)

the dog stands in the hallway
staring down a nothing
                                     that is something

your wooden cane hangs
on the bathroom door knob

if dignity is got
because Eteocles was aware of what waited
for him once he arrived at the seventh gate then

I need a word for this:
                                                you, crouched and in your chanclas
            two sizes too big, your brown skeleton
            of skin and the bits of white
                                                         texture from the ceiling
            your shoulder blades keep scraping
you know what’s on the other side,

but you keep crouching, you take your time arriving


Andrea Blancas Beltran