by Victoria Sanz

of resolution
is to agree—
every bearer of life
gives a gift to the mouth
of a dying

We level

I move in one traceable direction
so sure of nothing

Then Mondays
grim mornings
full of turnstiles clicking
and the silence of strangers

how that silence is a contract
between us
none of us wrote

My mother translates for me:
So what you’re saying is
life carries us

No. Yes? Wait.

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Victoria Sanz (Garcia) lives and works in Miami. She received her MFA in poetry from NYU, and holds degrees in Creative Writing and American Sign Language. Viki is an educator, activist, and doula-in-training. Some of her work can be found in Smoking Glue Gun, Phantom Limb, and Columbia Poetry Review.