All Fallen Things

So I declare myself

            queen of the surf,

            queen of the rain,

of all fallen things;

            angels,

                        breasts,

            teeth and leaves.

Glory to the unknown,

to Ecclesiastes,

for in wisdom

is much grief.

Glory to tiki lamps, bikinis,

the intensity of being,

rails on which bladers

have nutted themselves,

Lahaina, all islands,

the power

with which they were formed—

violent earth,

angry soil—

the womb that will swallow

queens, rooks,

            my wooden chess set,

post it notes, refrigerators,

            alligators, coupons,

excuses and dogs.

This is my revelation;

This is my

contribution to dust.

By:  Gabriela Anaya Valdepeña

Typed into Word, copied, pasted and loved by:

Homeless with a Laptop, that is my Name

Бездомные с ноутбуком, это мое имя