Category Archives: Sara Borjas

Sara Borjas Girl Garbage cans again when I close my eyes. A girl in a one piecetreading water our father filled a garbage can with. My hand grips the edge of something empty:an apology, a simple green tub, her body pushes  a broom along the floor. My father carves slow jams  into the summer heat,Continue reading “Sara Borjas – Girl”

Editor’s note: for mobile users, this poem is best viewed in landscape mode. Sara Borjas Narcissus Tells a Ghost Story Look          at my mother              it’s hard to believe                                   we aren’t already ghosts                that llorona          cries                 in the morning the constant trickle           of tv dramas    & doctor bills    lighting her face before she drinks   Continue reading “Sara Borjas – Narcissus Tells a Ghost Story”

Sara Borjas Love Poem               Here is one way love granulates:                he tells you  he no longer loves you                and you carry  your enormous basket                of his laundry back  downstairs. You begin                dating and he throws  a lasso around your neck                but is too weak to pull you back.   Continue reading “Sara Borjas – Love Poem”

Sara Borjas Letter Beginning in My Voice and Ending in My Mother’s                 Don’t act like when you warm up rice in the microwave tonight you won’t think                  about the mornings you dried out coke on the blue ceramic plate—the one with honey                  painted gladiolas, heat glittering into creases of your fingers.                 And don’t pretend when you smudge blackContinue reading “Sara Borjas – Letter Beginning in My Voice and Ending in My Mother’s”

Editor’s note: for mobile users, this poem is best viewed in landscape mode. Sara Borjas Each Day, I Have a Difficult Time Getting Started I create to do listsI read an essay about white fragilityI am mad at my dad for not acknowledging meI cook egg whites from a cartonI wash the bed sheets andContinue reading “Sara Borjas – Each Day, I Have a Difficult Time Getting Started”