Tamaria del Rio
POETRY BY TAMARIA DEL RIO
HER MOUTH OPENS WIDE LIKE A PARABLE
She stares into the fan on the ceiling. She imagines a spider sliding down its web and into her
throat. She imagines her head on fire. Lightning hitting the top of her skull. How it would fall
apart like petals on an old rose, one piece from each side until all that was left was the center, the
stem that tried holding everything together. The spider’s legs would touch the sides of her throat
and it would tickle. The tag on her pants sometimes gets inside her underwear and she never
knows how it happens or where she is or why the sky sometimes makes her head hurt. She thinks
about the clouds coming together in front of the sun and how they grow veins. Sometimes she
holds her sneezes in so she won’t be loud. Sometimes she thinks someone’s staring at her but
really they’re just reading the bus timetable.