Broadside Print
"Roberto Talks To His Dead Brother
Ese, I know you didn't have time. They tore you apart and your body flew in the directions we always prayed to. I was too young to care about the flag that came back and gathers dust in the trunk no one opens. I don't know about your face. I see it wherever I go, lie down to dream my face is your face. When you come back for me, show me how far you flew before this was the earth and that was childhood.
by Ray Gonzales"