Last time I saw him we stared at that dead pelican
On the shore of the beach he held his phone out for light.
The pelican was unshaping itself with it's mouth open hanging.
Gray fluid trampling down
it’s sides were moving closer to bone.
The flies were painting it's being with years of starvation.
I prayed for it’s soul.
He prayed for something else.
I licked my soul wounds
they were given to me when I was five, maybe six.
My mind is always fighting
an eternal atman against an atman that perishes.
Someone in California told me:
Decay is your greatest assistant.
I forgot to write Decay’s number down.
D. L. Rodriguez is a Mexican American poet who works with walls of abstraction. Rodriguez focuses her work on the unknown of the world. Impermanence, God and the unexpected are some of the fragments that life always pushes into question. Rodriguez does not look for answers, she writes poetry.