Ask The Falcon

By Hector Lopez Jaime

the last cigarette is gone

all i can taste is the filter

my cheeks left cold by

the streaks of tears

most days i can’t tell

what my problem is

even though some part

of me is sure the whole

being alive aspect is

the main issue to be

honest some part of me

wasn’t made to be happy

it’s gonna be a bitch

trying to get through

this month without any

cigarettes & clocking

back in just to have

people ask if i’m okay

as if i have an answer

i still get to live these days

where i want the end to take

me, where falcons sit on

powerlines, perched to kill

even in hunger it’s

hard not to want &

try to be one of them

an ambivalent hunter

made up of nothing but

sharp eyes

sharp feathers

sharp beaks

sharp talons

they leave no questions

answering nothing then

taking off in silence

By Hector Lopez Jaime