{"id":549,"date":"2018-11-25T03:32:42","date_gmt":"2018-11-25T03:32:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/?p=549"},"modified":"2018-10-24T03:43:16","modified_gmt":"2018-10-24T03:43:16","slug":"two-by-mariana-sabino","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/2018\/11\/25\/two-by-mariana-sabino\/","title":{"rendered":"Two by Mariana Sabino"},"content":{"rendered":"<h6 style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>Mariana Sabino is a freelance writer. Her short stories and articles can be found in Mediterranean Poetry, The Humanist, Up the Staircase Quarterly, Culture Unplugged, Taste of Cinema, among other places.<\/em><\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3>My Town<\/h3>\n<p>Does not exist.<br \/>\nAnymore. The rubble of memory<br \/>\nRemains. Stains the senses, droplets<br \/>\nof red and anise. Debris and humans<br \/>\nInterchangeable. Wears, my town,<br \/>\nher caul like a crown.<\/p>\n<p>Lapping up trinkets, nostalgia,<br \/>\nCrumbs of time.<\/p>\n<p>Things the dead leave behind.<br \/>\nThree years, five years \u2013 fifty.<\/p>\n<p>Sand-like time, burrows and flies.<br \/>\nStill. Beauty, salty, stings the tongue.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3>On the Street<\/h3>\n<p>There&#8217;s this man with an hourglass figure<br \/>\nHis sway natural, unaware of itself.<\/p>\n<p>He&#8217;s old and he wears old man&#8217;s clothes.<br \/>\nBeige and brown, cinched by a belt.<\/p>\n<p>He has a hat on. He brings his hand to it,<br \/>\npatting it down. On account of the wind,<br \/>\nthat whistling wind &#8212; incessant.<\/p>\n<p>He walks with his hand on his hatted head.<br \/>\nAnd he sways with the rays that light him.<\/p>\n<p>He travels in a straight line.<br \/>\nThat curves on him.<\/p>\n<p>He turns around. And comes to a halt.<br \/>\nHe&#8217;s got a glass eye.<br \/>\nBlue, his color of choice.<\/p>\n<p>He stands there, like maybe he&#8217;s<br \/>\nforgotten something.<br \/>\nBut he doesn&#8217;t walk back.<br \/>\nOr go anywhere.<\/p>\n<p>He just stands there, still. With<br \/>\nhis glass eye and his runaway hat.<br \/>\nThat heeds to the wind.<\/p>\n<p>It howls.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Mariana Sabino is a freelance writer. Her short stories and articles can be found in Mediterranean Poetry, The Humanist, Up the Staircase Quarterly, Culture Unplugged, Taste of Cinema, among other places. &nbsp; My Town Does not exist. Anymore. The rubble of memory Remains. Stains the senses, droplets of red and anise. 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