Sergio Ortiz


for the day when we are blind
We should all learn to read with our fingers                                                                                                                                         the braille of scars on arms and sperm
of melted candles. Remove for one night,                                                                                                                                           every fortnight, the white bulb in our bedroom.

Because before death
comes blindness. And Charon will not accept                                                                                                                                       our fear as payment to cross the river Styx.

For a winged birth
steel must cut the meat
and throw away the body.
It's not the sky that grants us flight.
It's the fall.


Sergio A. Ortiz is a two-time Pushcart nominee, a four-time Best of the Web nominee, and 2016 Best of the Net nominee. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in FRIGG, Tipton Poetry Journal, Drunk Monkeys, Bitterzeot Magazine, Moko, and The Paragon Journal.  He is currently working on his first full-length collection of poems, Elephant Graveyard.