A walking stereotype, Charlotte Cuevas is exactly what you’d expect from a children’s librarian and freelance writer- most days you’ll find her bustling about here and there, balancing coffee and a stack of books, fingers stained with ink and pearls jangling. She’s quite serious about poetry, literature, personal growth, and figuring out how to rebuff society’s standards when she’s most content fitting right into them.
The 365 Poetry Project is Charlotte’s attempt to push herself to a greater mastery of the craft, as opposed to her wonderful penchant for writing “whenever I feel like it.” She in no way claims that it was her idea; only that it feels like something she need to do. http://charlottecuevas.wordpress.com
Vertical pillow on the left-hand side,
just enough space for a dream,
but who has time for dreams anymore,
Man on the corner selling drugs needs gas;
can of mace, tin of brownies side by side.
Who has time to worry if it’s safe?
Kids in the office ’cause their parents broke up,
need advice from nobody like me.
Moms getting discount dignity for Christmas,
groceries downtown, expired apple juice.
And the fellas in designer glasses
lookin’ out for somebody chill,
oh man, oh man.
Everybody’s hurting all around, like a fire,
so who’s got a right to dream?
Who, if their eyes are open,
has time for dreams anymore,