2017-01-03

AN OLD SUIT
— a poem by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

AN OLD SUIT

I wear an old suit that
would not inspire envy.
It does not pretend to
be more than it is.

This old suit fits me well.
My worn shoes need new
soles. They would not mind
if a bandit absconds with them.

I know who I am.
I know where I want to go.
I am without ambition.
I’m just living this life
as fierce as it could be.
I toast to the time I have left.

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Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal is a poet and Literary Editor for The Commonline Journal. His poems in English and Spanish have appeared in many online and print journals. His first book of poetry, Raw Materials (2004) was published by Pygmy Forest Press.  His latest chapbook, Make the Light Mine (2016) was published by Kendra Steiner Editions. Luis was born in Cuernavaca, Morelos, Mexico, works in the mental health field and lives in Los Angeles CA.

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