Real Myths

When mother was born

The moon shone on her pastel skin

And burned a red flush on her supple cheek

When grandpa made a trip to the farm

The dawn made a silk specter appear

And made a shock run through his heart

When my aunt was baking in the kitchen

They say the sun triggered a fire in the stove

And made a shriveled prune of her hand

And when my cousin sneaked away to see his lover

By the forest, the jealous river bound his legs

And filled his lungs with water

I was eleven

and I heard these stories and believed them

the evidence clear before my eyes

the truth, so mystical in my mind