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Cirque Du Soleil

written by: Sergio A. Ortiz

@Saore

 

I started piano lessons in 3rd grade.
My stepfather made me practice everyday
for two hours on a cardboard keyboard,
Six months later, he showed up
with an enormous organ inside a suitcase.
It was then I discovered “Misty,”
by Johnny Mathis.

That month I caught my piano teacher
playing the violin, and fell in love with a man
for the first time. He placed all his existence
on the tip of his fingers, and I couldn’t breathe.
I lost my balance. Insomnia set in
like a guardian angel.

March 16th 1988, despite the rain,
the fireworks in Iraq,
the hands inside broken pockets,
the hollow eyes where sleeplessness leans on,
despite the Queer Nation tattoo on my back,
the piano player inside me,

the mute language
of desire knocked on my door.

There I am, lying on my bed
unarmed.
And there was Welder
standing on the side of my bed
with a boom box playing Misty,
asking me to dance. I got up
and stopped in front of lips asking for my lips,
the smile open to the world
the song born out of the wound of death.
I penetrated his pupils full of stealthy desires,

and we took to the sky, two seagulls
romancing the clouds.

Sergio A. Ortiz

Sergio A. Ortiz

Sergio A. Ortiz is a two-time Pushcart nominee, a four-time Best of the Web nominee, and 2016 Best of the Net nominee. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Valparaiso Poetry Review, Loch Raven Review, Drunk Monkeys, Algebra Of Owls, Free State Review, and The Paragon Journal. He is currently working his first full-length collection of poems, Elephant Graveyard.
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