by Cameron Espinoza

Elsewhere my words are sounds
Sharp unsubtle manifestations of wind
My shaking hands orchestrate obtuse keys— dictating tune


My wit
My lips
My cadence

The dulled wife’s lament
“it” sits
Cross-dressed down
Puzzled formulaic void epiclets of sepulchral sound

The traveler’s age-old apartheid
Administered by Moses and British Airways
Drowned by the red-sea’s second cousin—  twice removed

About the author…

Cameron Espinoza is a first-year graduate student in NYU’s GSAS. While she studies Politics, she is passionate Literature and has written on the use of rhetoric in the works of […]