— a poem by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal


In seclusion,
you talk to your travel agent
about your desire
to leave this place
and this world all together.

You know you don’t
plan to stay here much longer.
You know you don’t want
to live in the streets
or in a place like this one.

In restraints, you
can’t even scratch your itch.
You tell your travel
agent to make plans
to take you to the other world.

In seclusion,
the hospital medicates you.
Their goal is to kill
your travel agent and
your dreams of traveling

to the other world.
Soon you will be out of here.
You will settle for
a normal life that
you never wanted or asked for.

Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal is a poet and Literary Editor for The Commonline Journal. His poems in English and Spanish have appeared in many online and print journals. His first book of poetry, Raw Materials (2004) was published by Pygmy Forest Press.  His latest chapbook, Make the Light Mine (2016) was published by Kendra Steiner Editions. Luis was born in Cuernavaca, Morelos, Mexico, works in the mental health field and lives in Los Angeles CA.