Naufragios/Shipwreck

I rub ink off the pen case-
dried blood from an old cut

In my back pocket
trusted knife an old man might carry,
a letter from my sister

"travel not wise for me right now"

Folded carelessly,
written hastily
communication across the Sargasso
and over time

Your song
coming to me off the Yucatan
so much water
between our bones

by Felicia Gonzalez