Tell my family to go ahead and eat. To make it home I'd have to move my feet. But the mount's made stone where my feet numbered two. And I've swallowed more dust than I can chew. — Iris Lopez Copy Share Image
Mud in the stream. And earth in the air. Clay in my ears. And stone in my stare. — Iris Lopez Copy Share
Tomorrow's a red flush in the western sky. Tomorrow's is a hush in the middle night. Tomorrow swears the truth of now, now and… — Iris Lopez Copy Share
All I know are. Scraps, flakes, chips, rocks. All below are. Stones, bit, doss. — Iris Lopez Copy Share
Tell my family to go ahead and eat. To make it home I'd have to move my feet. But the mount's made stone where… — Iris Lopez Copy Share
I'll raise the ladle to your lips. Drip water on fingertips. Will you look up and smile at me. — Iris Lopez Copy Share
Everybody knows that the best things come last. I've a lever for a bandit. And a chisel for a rat. I've a mallet for… — Iris Lopez Copy Share
The east says it's dawn. My mouth speaks of yawn. My bed clings to me and begs me to stay. I hear a work… — Iris Lopez Copy Share
My toes are colder than my feet. My feet are colder then my ribs. My ribs are colder than my breath. My breath is… — Iris Lopez Copy Share
