Issue 34,  Poetry

What You Were Meant to Be by Anthony Aguero

isn’t this, but is. The comma, for emphasis

because his life is immediate down to his nesting,

small breath. We quit speaking once,

when the syphilis was back, during winter —

never snow touching the ground. Only semen,

coconut milk licking his lips.

I told him This isn’t it — we’re at it again

and the moon is out tonight. I could see him,

again; this homeland is terrifying

when each scar is put there by the other.

The meat of his throat is blue. I pick him

apart, trying to find a way to heaven

before the pile of ashes and scorched trees

and rotted neoprene and bird tracks

running the bark of his arm, again. Beyond

elsewhere, he closes his eyes. Not this.


Anthony Aguero is a queer writer in Los Angeles, CA. His work has appeared, or will appear, in the Carve Magazine, Rhino Poetry, 14 Poems, Redivider Journal, Maudlin House, and others. He has received two Pushcart Prize nominations and has his first forthcoming collection of poetry, Burnt Spoon Burnt Honey, with Flower Song Press.