Listen
the hour initially arises
you hear the moans
oh that’s my reality
my haunting
rocks, salt, earth and ash
en la [bad word] 
it gets harder to ignore them
to erase the past

how i look for you
how i hold my head up

la llorona

the more i go
the more they send me
with a roar they make an offer
for simple things
take the roof and throw it off
until it hollows out
when i can close my eyes
they’re crying