ISSUE 4: SUMMER 2016 / LOS ANGELES POETS / LOVE. LOVED. LOVELESS. / POETRY

“Magic” by Angel Avila

Admittedly
I am not as cynical as I want to be
I pretend
I write letters
mostly to women
and I pretend I’ll give them these letters
though I’ve never given one yet
but when I drink
I write them
and I write them as if
I were some old magician
loved and revered for decades
perhaps now past my prime
carving away at contraptions
in solitude
dancing about the stage
gesturing
loving my art
waiting for the day that I can
finally disappear in the way
no one ever has
for my final audience
and in some sweet random moment
of clarity and chance
I would confide in someone
someone uproariously special
and I would tell them
how I did something
something that no one had ever seen.
I imagine this
sitting
warm and dizzy, temporarily
more me
with every single breath
writing about everything you.


Angel Avila. I write for those who have waged the war within their own mind for far too long. I live, eat, breathe and vomit Los Angeles. I write because it is truly what I must do. From the heart and not the mind, one should tell stories, one should reach out. I hope you enjoy my pieces and of course, thank you in advance for your sincere consideration. 

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