2 Poems by María Cristina Hall

Saeta

Dejad la ventana abierta

So I can hear the city’s
guts. The mechanical exhale
of vented wind.

Dejad la ventana abierta

And every night I will decide
whether to give that hoarse-voiced
cat a slice of ham, or let him
keep rattling his coin-cup. Continue reading “2 Poems by María Cristina Hall”