Las Tardes Con Los Muertos (Elizabeth R. McClellan)

after @notaleptic

he shakes his head
into the walls of his face: ‘

“los muertos no hablan”
y no algun más

“¿por que?” I ask,
receive no answer.

Tio Juan sees ghosts
pero él está envejeciendo;

él no oye bien, es sordo.
He gets fitful when they don’t

speak where he can hear,
so I sit with him, hold

his hand, listen to his
Jorge Morel records,

in this little room that smells
of dried flowers and candles

y los viejos y el muerte,
whispers and guitars,

mi tio duerme, fitfully,
y yo espero las fantasmas.


Elizabeth R. McClellan is a domestic and sexual violence attorney by day and a poet in the margins. Their work has appeared in Illumen Magazine, Star*Line, Strange Horizons, Dreams and Nightmares, and Utopia Science Fiction. They are a disabled gender/queer demisexual poet writing on unceded Quapaw and Chikashsha Yaki land. 


image: Lindsay Hargrave