Inside the Pot
She is my cook.
She fries me
like an egg.
She eats me up.
I see her in my dreams
boiling me in a pot.
She handles me with care
and she dices me
and throw me in
with the onions, garlic,
and russet potatoes.
Talk Things Over
Sometimes I go into the garden
and talk things over with the birds
and the broken tree limb and
after a long talk I am ready
to go back inside. I water the lawn
first. The gray clouds make think
if I have wasted water and I feel
a little dumb. I go inside and fix
myself a drink. I just have one.
Darkness comes and soon it will
be Monday. I will have to go to
work. When the work day is over, I will
resume the long talks with the birds
and the broken tree limb in the garden.
What we talk about is our secret.
Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal, born in Mexico, lives in Southern California, and works in the mental health field in Los Angeles. His first book of poems, Raw Materials, was published by Pygmy Forest Press. His other poetry books, broadsides, and chapbooks, have been published by Alternating Current Press (Songs for Oblivion), Deadbeat Press (Before and Well After Midnight), Kendra Steiner Editions (Make the Light Mine and 6 other chapbooks), New American Imagist (In the House of the Butterflies), New Polish Beat (The Book of Absurd Dreams), Poet’s Democracy (Peering Into the Sun), and Ten Pages Press (e-book, Everything Is Permitted). Recent poems have appeared at Ariel Chart, As It Ought To Be, Beatnik Cowboy, Blue Collar Review, Red Fez Publications, Unlikely Stories Mark V, and Yellow Mama Magazine.