Her Frozen Heart
by Adrian Ernesto Cepeda
“Just forget you ever saw it. It’s better that way”—David Lynch
I still see her stopping at the corner
leaving our disillusioned quarrel on
ice, again. Instead of fuming at her
familiar silence, I watched her staring
at the ground, sensing a glaring that
would soon inspire another calling.
Reaching into her leather coat pocket
she gripped her blade, licking the tip to
soften each slice, instead of answering me,
she was moved to persuade the ice to stay
glowing in place. It cut me watching her,
black skirt wet from the snow, as she knelt
on the curb staring at her heart, knowing
all her work would melt— at first daylight;
holding up my cell, I wanted to capture
a snapshot of creation with my phone, but
she stopped me holding up your shivering
hand. Let it dissolve, she finally spoke
whispering, better to keep this frozen
corazon memory on ice. She resisted,
playingwith the blade, putting it away
as her heels echoed, closer to our end
we both knew it was more than too late,
slowly walking away from on the street,
at least I’ll remember the sound and you
not stopping me… Even now, strolling past
that same corner, I can still feel her distant
voice like the icecrackled, wanting to explain
why she sculpted a heart, with cold breath
smoke coming from her lips, she said—
…and I knew how the concrete felt.
Writers Bio
Adrian Ernesto Cepeda is an LA Poet who is currently enrolled in the MFA Graduate program at Antioch University in Los Angeles where he lives with his wife and their cat Woody Gold. His poetry has been featured in The Yellow Chair Review, Thick With Conviction, Silver Birch Press and one of his poems was named Cultured Vultures’ Top 3 Poems of the Week. You can connect with Adrian on his website: http://www.adrianernestocepeda.com/
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