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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