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When was the last time you chose / a glass of pinot over fair pay?
not complicit. But my rage, this page
department that employs me.
while I write to get free. And my friends
teary-eyed, and feel unimplicated
—what could have been courage.
a glass of pinot over fair pay?
our parents with pesticides?
of what white people choose to look at.
Desperate, they hurt each other,
then went to bed on a dirt floor.
acknowledgement as redeeming,
—a shame, fascinating—art?
or write, only spell their children’s
Criselda, that most fail to pronounce. Here
makes me responsible for what
solicit their absolution from my C.V.
like my mother in the July issue
your creativity look like?
that we are not taught
it can change the world.
When I write
I’m going back to the part of me
that didn’t do better
of my white friends say that.
Sara Borjas is a self-identified Xicanx pocha and a Fresno poet. Her debut collection, Heart Like a Window, Mouth Like a Cliff (Noemi Press, 2019) received a 2020 American Book Award. Sara was featured as one of Poets & Writers 2019 Debut Poets. She has received fellowships from MacDowell, CantoMundo, Sewanee Writer’s Conference, Postgraduate Writers Conference, and Community of Writers. She believes that all Black lives matter and will resist white supremacy until Black liberation is realized. She teaches creative writing at CSU East Bay but stays rooted in Fresno.
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Self-Portrait with Cumin, Saffron, and Star Anise
To Cumin, Saffron, and Star Anise, sisters / of the roasted goat and rice ritual, daughters / of smoke and gossip, glowing and bloodwarm
playing the dozens with loneliness
your lonely ain’t alone if it’s waiting for him
Laying Down the Groundwork
When I got up before anyone else / I took the heavy clams from the fridge / and put them in a bowl of cool water.