L.M. Rivera

A PROLEGOMENON

I lived in an unfamiliar city,

Far away from my mother.

They told me, “Death & Sanity

Are essentially the same thing,”

But I had a hard time knowing

Whether or not this was old

Indication or a new unknown one.

Amid the late modern forms,

Nostalgia grew like shabby satire.

There was

A man

With my

Same name.

There was

A metaphoric

Statue…