Ague-Bobby Calero
Ague
By Bobby Calero
My lashes touch the
lenses of my sunglasses
My belly gurgles
like a child’s Science
experiment. Apollo
has opened his gates
of wrought iron. Out
pours intense warmth and color
I have a fever
Maria said we
could remain frozen ‘till
the money runs out
Copyright C. 2008 Bobby Calero