I ❤ good poetry.
If I could I’d be your therapist,
playing smooth jazz through the morning,
one eye on the clock, another on your folder.
I’d browse through all those cries
you scribbled using watercolors
while waiting for a ring, to usher you inside.
My hands would shake in yours
like swarms of moths around a lampshade
until you grab a seat, and look me in the eye.
There wouldn’t be any questions
or reasons to be worried,
just nameless music for our solitude.
Roberto Carcache Flores is a 22-year-old Salvadoran writer who’s just beginning to step into the wilderness of the literary world. He has no formal training but is schooled by the tradition of his legendary tocayo Bolaño. His fiction has so far been featured in publications like Alliterati and The Voyager.