Don’t Worry
It’s Friday the 13th;
my favorite, Halloween,
is coming; I’m going
out tonight and that night.
Sometimes we need
to play no matter what—
embrace that we’re here
by chance. The poems
will write themselves
with the right luck.
(Re) Constitution
Look at this dropped
shattered wine glass,
pieces everywhere;
now look!—magically
it is together, red wine
for good measure! Better!—
dripping, so full. Only
words do this so well.
Until next time,
keep writing.
Peace,
Andrés Castro