La Cave
Lana Valdez
I am cherry red darling, a figure of light, he tells me,
and somewhere across the room, a woman bites into her wine glass—
her breaths are greedy fat,
charred bloody chunks and yellowed teeth at the bottom of my glass,
the fair skin of rotten fruit
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Lana Valdez
Only you could make
butterflies out of bruises, you
The angel boy with the weird face
Days in teacups,
days spinning in poppy fields until the
desert runs out of air and we can’t see our hands, we
the sons of Callery Pear trees.
Lana Valdez is a poetess and naive filmmaker based in Los Angeles. Her chapbook, THE RED DOLL, is available via Bottlecap Press, and her short films are available on her YouTube channel.