Teresa De La Cruz earned her BA and MA in Creative Writing from San Francisco State University. Her work has been published by Cactus Heart Press and Yellow Chair Review. A collection of her work is housed within the US Library of Congress Rare Book vault. She loves the San Jose Sharks, Bon Iver, Iceland, and wine.
When I read of rape
I think of the safety of our love making.
How we can be bare and redolent
atop a well made bed and
unabashed with the windows open.
When I login
to the face of a hostage humanitarian
I think of how the price of my eggs [$30K+
for a healthy, responsible, non smoker, age 20-32]
is indicative of the freedom of chickens
And how the freedumb of our pleasures
do not hinder the hate
but ensure the survival and captivity of
any fine pulsing drum.
So, I envision your lustrous eyes
to forget the garish faces
because I am neither hungry
ppppppppppbody of victim found.
We sing an anthem
beneath incessant downpour.
Sounding like both thunder and hymn,
breaking like bodies and hearts do.
We are misunderstood
trying to establish climate
for we are
just as vast and resplendent
So aware of what lies deep
beyond the plate
gilding your guilty mantle.