Elizabeth Terrazas
Cognoscente
you impersonate a tool
curious it’s a little bit firedendrom
everything is burning
are you an opiate am I a motif
a meticulous craving
inside staying out the promise
made belaying Hueco Tanks last year
the composition of gravel and veins
altitude of promises
topographical maps where it hit
Cognoscente in absentia
beware the one thing
the ask of the now you see
a cultural amnesia
a whodunit absolution
the poem sings Jupiter
melodic strings wave
who we were when it left
theory
math suddenly learns my rhythm
and I learned hers inside Cook canyons
deep tunnels further we could swim
further did we furrow
the weight bearing beams
Horse Races, the Plastic Cups
(the infinite and the finite)
Elizabeth Terrazas is a Latina writer who writes in both Spanish and English. She comes from El Paso, Texas, the place where New Mexico and Texas and Mexico meet. "Lots of desert influence, desert driving, hiking and climbing rocks."
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Cognoscente
you impersonate a tool
curious it’s a little bit firedendrom
everything is burning
are you an opiate am I a motif
a meticulous craving
inside staying out the promise
made belaying Hueco Tanks last year
the composition of gravel and veins
altitude of promises
topographical maps where it hit
Cognoscente in absentia
beware the one thing
the ask of the now you see
a cultural amnesia
a whodunit absolution
the poem sings Jupiter
melodic strings wave
who we were when it left
theory
math suddenly learns my rhythm
and I learned hers inside Cook canyons
deep tunnels further we could swim
further did we furrow
the weight bearing beams
Horse Races, the Plastic Cups
(the infinite and the finite)
burning it with ash and hay far more than 500 miles is years that is likely from speed data a single big spill of technology failed, ignored “normally we have a finite operation and redundant steel events and strategy…” the bling >>>>>>>>>>>> patina “we’ll pay for everything” “ “<<<<<<<<<<< Headless— And I s-s-s-say, “Horseman.” 2. I’m going to Glue Something to myself brilliant cellophane stars—no begging empty. how a tree falls in tears let’s imagine we have swings and branches let’s imagine we live not unlike a tree older than our timber or sails I am a piano the hummingbird of who I was— ever notice the community in my building? not unlike the museum on this page—great caves and tunnels meant to hide our death 3. Who’s got a tendency Trait or streak streaks of yellow and purple gerberas? No. a clown fish the bouquet I painted my hand blue—but not Las Vegas. More like Las Noches los dias la lumbre —maybe a tourist season summer fall falls upon us a turnkey 4. Horse races the plastic cups generally I favor Tri Fectas Win, Place or Show is settling for, I think—I take it back. Behavior Modification (and I do), err on this side of caution. Win. They bet Dutch on hedge funds. They did. Housing funds, derivatives, petroleum dinosaur safety should I get Biblical? the eye of the beholder the eye of Horus they aye’s have it. all the money in the world…
Elizabeth Terrazas is a Latina writer who writes in both Spanish and English. She comes from El Paso, Texas, the place where New Mexico and Texas and Mexico meet. "Lots of desert influence, desert driving, hiking and climbing rocks."
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