TO THE ONES WHO LEFT ME WITH MY HEART IN MY HANDS

Written by: Nola Perez

Counting them on one hand,
the fingers dismembered, 
but remembered 'siempre' and 
a day beyond that, because 
hardwired to give it, both body 
and soul, should anyone ASK, 
she was playing a role. She 
gives amnesty now, knowing 
needs were at odds in petitioning 
the gods: seeking Asclepius,
not Eros, desperate to heal.