Gabriel Ojeda-Sagué

 

Poems by Gabriel Ojeda-Sagué

Endeavors

I get a dreadful worry
about blue lights, money, the mail
and this feeling sits in me a long time
like pear slices in their juice
as my friend tells me a story
of all his recent endeavors
which somehow gets to rumors of the wendigo
but it doesn’t get worse
in fact I get to picturing
time spent with my friend
picturing the time we’re spending now
and I tell him
to start the story over
because I wasn’t really listening
 
 

Raise

I’m worth much
more than this seed bag
torn and spilled onto
K street
sure, an upside
down jungle
in fact
a rumor is going
around that I cannot
grow anything
outside of my hands
the pale pleasant 
sky handle
the deep black
that must be in
the center of a seed
I give a box
of utensils
to my brother
because I know
that he can raise a family