#157 The Curandera told me by Khadija Anderson

Cada remedio tiene su virtud
each remedy has its virtue
and I think of his mouth
burning with copal and sage
each remedy has its virtue
his hair black and his eyes black
burning with copal and sage
shattering a porcelain sky
his eyes black and his hair black
tall pinyon poised to crash through
shattering my porcelain sky
the smell of sage, smell of  breath and earth
a tall pinyon poised to crash through
and I think of his mouth
the smell of sage, smell of  breath and earth
Cada remedio tiene su virtud

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Khadija Anderson, a Los Angeles poet whose work has been published extensively in print and online holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Antioch University L.A. She was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2009, and her first book History of Butoh, is upcoming in 2012 through Writ Large Press.

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