Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal


Finding Patience


As the day drags out
it is easy to see that
as the world falls apart
finding patience is
a virtue. There must be
a witch somewhere in
a castle making potions
hiding needles in a haystack.



The Meaning of Life

I wish you good fortune
when I don’t give you
the much-deserved finger.

I take a leaf from the tree
instead of an apple or
orange to feed the caterpillar.

With my memory in ruins
I tattoo the meaning of
life on my left and right wrists.

Living in this fishbowl
I keep my mouth shut to
evade the lip readers.

I don’t get down in the dirt
with you because I am not
ambitious or competitive.

I measure each step I take
to confirm that I am alive
even though I feel dead tired.

Some of us find a way out and
some of don’t or take
a little longer. I find it sad.




Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal lives in California and works in Los Angeles. His 
poems have appeared in Blue Collar Review, Mad Swirl, Otoliths, Unlikely Stories, 
and ZYX.

 
 

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