The Moya View

Dia de Muertos Cancion

I feel my father’s ashes on my tongue.
His strange death
sitting on the edge of my teeth humming that old
Spanish ballad
through the night’s fog. The song you so hate,
yet love.

He sings it in his own perfect pitch.

He sang it for my mother years ago.

I hum it off key, hearing his lies.





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    Like the pic!

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