by Sandra Cisneros
That was enough
for me to forgive you.
To spirit a tiger
from its cell.
Called me corazón
in that instant before
I let go the phone
back to its cradle.
Your voice small.
Heat of your eyes,
how I would’ve placed
my mouth on each.
Said corazón
and the word blazed
like a branch of jacaranda.
Last updated July 26, 2022