2 Poems

Sara Lupita Olivares

Where the Field Retracted


indifference requires a lineless sky

               the muted television appears

a substitution

what split from the body days ago

               still hovers in a corner

of the stairwell

               to sleep a position-less

               arc between

concept and illustration

waking slow to hail falling on the air unit

               any case of interiority

itself reversible

               arguably imagined

On Balance

after blooming the cactus shrivels incrementally


driving away, an ox— its horns crooked


blame grows small in the moth’s circling


day to day the slightest tooth loosens


a landscape changes until returning by habit


the child’s sound without concept repeats


where intention collects— a sparrow lost in topiary