Soto, Christopher 2016
My heart is a mudslide, it will suffocate you
[stuff your mouth with forestry].
Don’t you know? That broken-boys can’t
make a proper home. Just listen to my chest.
– Christopher Soto, “Hatred of Happiness”
Read this interview with Christopher Soto from Apogee Journal:
http://www.apogeejournal.org/2014/08/nepantla-an-interview-with-christopher-soto/
Say that my body // is not a sequin dress–
Is not a raw fish, being stripped of scales.
Say that I am not // a drunken disco ball
In a lonely skating rink.
– Christopher Soto, “Myself When I Am Real”
I wake with no sleep. Yellow tape is wrapped around my block.
– Christopher Soto, “Oakland, Cal.”
Watch Christopher Soto read his poetry:
