Opening the box, I imagine myself a priest with the authority to listen to prayers. Some folded into squares; some rolled tight, a touch unscrolled them; some creased like the inside of a hand—each a hand, paper-skinned, unfurled and reaching out—I cannot pick one out for the sound.
A CantoMundo fellow, José Angel Araguz, has had poems recently in Huizache, december, and Salamander. He is a PhD candidate in Creative Writing and Literature at the University of Cincinnati. Author of six chapbooks and the collection Everything We Think We Hear, he runs the poetry blog The Friday Influence.
You can see more of his work in 2.3 and 2.4 and 2.4 and 3.1 and 3.2