Two Poems by Valentina Cano

 

A Regret

 

Now I know what

you meant to say

that day with the clouds

in your mouth.

I know you were choking

on gray thoughts,

fearing there’d be no way

of ever saying them.

I wish I’d torn open a vein,

red and hot like boiling cinnamon,

and let you see that my insides

were just as dark,

just as pulsing as yours.

 

 

Shared Night

 

The man screamed,

a jackal of fears

ripping the night in two.

She woke,

leaping into consciousness

so quickly she bounced

off it and landed

in the dark half of her mind.

Experimenting with inky pools.

The two of them shook

like bells that night,

ringing the morning closer.

 

 

Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who spends whatever free time either writing or reading. Her works have appeared in Exercise Bowler, Blinking Cursor, Theory Train, Cartier Street Press, Berg Gasse 19, Precious Metals, A Handful of Dust, The Scarlet Sound, The Adroit Journal, Perceptions Literary Magazine, Welcome to Wherever, The Corner Club Press, Death Rattle, Danse Macabre, Subliminal Interiors, Generations Literary Journal, Super Poetry Highway, Stream Press, Stone Telling, Popshot, Golden Sparrow Literary Review, Rem Magazine, Structo, The 22 Magazine, The Black Fox Literary Magazine, Niteblade, Tuck Magazine, Ontologica, Congruent Spaces Magazine, Pipe Dream, Decades Review, Anatomy, Lowestof Chronicle, Muddy River Poetry Review, Lady Ink Magazine, White Masquerade Anthology and Perhaps I'm Wrong About the World. You can find her here: http://carabosseslibrary.blogspot.com