Flu in the Time of Allergies
By Juan Parra
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Juan Parra
Juan Parra is a Cuban American poet whose work has featured in The Indiana Review, Flapperhouse, The Chicago Quarterly Review, The Cimarron Review, Basalt Review, REAL, and Driftwood Press. He teaches ELA at Aventura City of Excellence School. He lives in Miami with his wife and two beautiful kids.
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Flu in the Time of Allergies - Juan Parra
Power Outages
My Dad played the guitar.
My mother lighted candles and tiptoed with her eyes closed.
These sequences of power outages and music went on for a long time.
One minute I was naming the dogs that licked Saint Lazarus’ knees,
The next I was screaming for my life, submerged in darkness.
It was the twentieth power outage that month.
My mother no longer tiptoed but glided gracefully across the living room
Candle in one hand, eyes tightly shut. My father strummed the guitar and sang
Of angels crucifying communists, or oranges falling in love with naughty lemons,
Or the satire of Stalin’s portrait in our empty refrigerator. But on some nights,
He sang feebly like a child turning old as parasites conjured dark magic
From the carcass of the homeless dog who always sought to look you in the eyes.
I sat in front of them
In a world that now seemed too normal for the abnormality of light
In the tear, that night shed.
Father strummed the guitar.
Mother perfected her glide.
I sat in front of them, each night, more and more in love.
This went on for a long time.
TV Show
I was lucky to have a picture of General Franco
When Nixon abducted me.
America, I whispered at the TV, even in this modern age you’re so wild.
No, I take it back.
You are a beauty queen at the doors of a cemetery
Sniffing cocaine from the chin of an ape.
You stand by me in my darkest hour with your artificial light,
You shake your ass to destress me and show me a good time.
No More I love You’s
I was wearing my blonde wig
When Trump pulled me over.
America my love, I thought I knew you.
But you’re living so wild now:
Bowing like Franco. Dancing like Mussolini.
Smiling like Pinochet. Clapping like Stalin.
I thought you loved me.
Once upon a time you would wink at me
And would whisper: Becquer and Lorca,
in my ear.
I’m gonna need you to step out of the car,
Trump said while his upper lip twitched.
No more I love you’s is right,
he said, as he aggressively turned off the stereo.
"I’m gonna need you to balance yourself on your thumbs for the next ten minutes.
That better not be a wig your wearing, your tongue better not be having love affairs with
Other dialects."
Thirty seconds later