Nicolas Quesada

In Absencia


EXPOSITION
A cracked sidewalk marked one end.
Contemporary you was dyed red with secrets.
Separate paths led us to MA and MD
Closer in abbreviation than mileage.

 

CONFLICT
Your shadow trailed me, a product of parental pressure.
Neverland was never farther away.
Heart-gasps one more distant step each day
You seem to have misplaced your round trip ticket.

 

COMPLICATIONS
Night-Day is a lonely cycle.
I tried to dial– you were chasing a theoretical study of space.
It was your nightmare (my dream) of a skyline brushed
By sable palms.

 

SETBACK
A telephone rings, each sound echoes the words:
     Home was where the heart was
     There was a place like Home
     Home sweet nothing

We both knew that sentiment was long gone.

 

RESOLUTION
You pressed release.


Land of the Free

 

Immigrant, your accent betrays you.

Bienvenido
On
          the sinking raft
          the shivering fence
          the shuddering plane
          the stinking cargo hold

The New Colossus smirks at you, wretched refuse of the dustbin of history

dangling
          hope
like a

          pendulum

Sinvergüenza
Descarada

The acrid smell of the turnpike claws itself into your mind
The screeching whine of the lawnmower rips through your eardrum

Bienvenido a la tierra de la libertad.


Nicolas Quesada is a first-year student in Boston University’s Archaeology and Art History departments. Originally from Miami, he has been published in Elysium. He is currently researching where mid-19th century Bostonians traveled to buy their “healthful” medicines.