The woman lying under the tree was once a spider
whose slight movements speak the history of appetite.
The lovers in the movie theatre were once those vines
tangled and knotted on the sides of buildings.
One is never born again, one goes back.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 16, Issue 4.
Jose Angel Araguz has had work most recently in Barrow Street, Gulf Coast, Slipstream, and Right Hand Pointing. He is presently pursuing a PhD in Creative Writing at the University of Cincinnati.
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