Altavoz by Daniel Lobo
“Why don’t you make something for me?” she asked.
I asked her what she wanted, and she said, “A box.”
“What for?”
“To put things in.”
“What things?”
“Whatever you have,” she said.
Well, here’s your box. Nearly everything I have is in it, and it is not full. Confusion and excitement are in it, and feeling good or bad, and the pleasure of comfort, and some despair and indescribable joy. And on top of these are all the gratitude and love I have for you. And still, the box is not full.
When it came to finding poetry, the Flagstaff Missed Connections was the best location of all the Arizona feeds but Tucson was a close second. I think I like this piece so much because it reminds me of the Bison Jack poetry that was popular on the Savannah MC.
