I could be drunk,
resting my bones
in the red wheelbarrow
glazed and dazed
by the white chickens
besides the fence,
but alas there is no
fence or white chickens,
and there is definitely
no red wheelbarrow.
Luis was born in Mexico, lives in California, and works in the mental health
field in Los Angeles, CA. His poems have appeared in Ariel Chart, Beatnik Cowboy,
Dope Fiend Daily, Unlikely Stories, and Zygote In My Coffee.
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