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Pensamientos en el día de los padres

I have been thinking a lot about my father lately. Maybe is because of Father’s Day, maybe because of the transient nature of our existence in this short-lived planet. Regardless of the reason, reading Sandeep Jauhar’s book ‘Heart A History,’ inspired this new poem. I hope you will enjoy it.

The organ as a heart

 

I want to see the depths

of my father’s heart,

the confusion

of failed arteries,

the atrophy

of muscle

from a life filled

with the spoils of regret.

 

I know it is just a pump,

no ‘virtue spirits’ there,

 

still, I struggle

to hold on to Galen’s view,

and pretend to know my father cared for me

in the caverns of those now-empty chambers.

I want to walk in its darkness

hold the softness of those walls,

to find its sentiments,

as flawed as the man that carried it.

 

By ameliadiazettinger

Amelia Díaz Ettinger was born in Mexico but was raised with her paternal family in Puerto Rico, where she grew up as a single child in a large, male-dominated, family. At nineteen she ran away to Washington State, to pursue a Master’s of Science in Biology and to liberate herself from the hermetic hold the island, and her family had on her. Currently, she is finishing her first year in Eastern’s MFA program in creative writing. Her poetry and short stories have appeared in journals and anthologies. Her first collection of poetry was published in 2015 by RedBat Press, Speaking at a Time. Learning to Love a Western Sky will be available this fall from Airlie Press, and Fossils on a Red Flag will be available from Finishing Line Press next year.

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