JACOB SANTOS - TO THE IMAGO

Jacob Santos loves church. Especially when he waits outside to sell Pupusas to the departing parishioners. He listens to the stories of his elderly customers which will, later on, be his own. His work has appeared in Eskimo Pie, A Day with Graham-Pa, and Forced Entries.

                                             To the Imago
 
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Born a child of green
the slave of faded beauty
destined for transience.
 
Bites advance the plague,
everything insight is missed
and seems far away.
 
My body melts to
a bubbled boil, in silence,
like a jilted soup.
 
My wing craves the air,
breaking through the glass coffin
adhered to the ground.