Lately

By Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

Lately, evening wipes me out.
I end up on the ground.
I retreat to earth’s lowest depths
but not before I stagger.
I drop like a fly heavy as stone.
Sometimes I protest too much.
I come back the next day
as I am seemingly indestructible.
At night I am almost dying.
I bury myself without a shovel.
My decayed body,
rusted, and bloody,
goes deep under the weeds.
I must have plenty of hearts
because I come back 
to face another day.
In my dying I find the light.
I spar with death
with my hands of stone
until it says no mas
and I am again the victor.

Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal lives in West Covina in the San Gabriel Valley in Los Angeles County. 
His poetry has appeared in the Academy of the Heart and Mind, Blue Collar Review, BorderlessJournal, Kendra Steiner 

Editions, Mad Swirl, Piker Press, and Unlikely Stories. Luis was born in

Mexico and works in the mental health field in Los Angeles.