SUN IN YOUR EYES // Azalea Aguilar

SUN IN YOUR EYES

BY AZALEA AGUILAR

(Dad is wiping frantically at the windshield
condensation catching up
we are blind to the road ahead)

My therapist is wearing teal glasses today
When did this begin for you?
she lifts the wire frames
gently off the cushion of her cheek
pushing them closer to sight
was there a time before, I wonder
have I always been
meticulously watching
contemplating movement
sirens from school chairs
calculating distance
traveling closer or further
like counting seconds
between lightning and thunder
one one thousand
two one thousand
three one thousand
anticipating arrival
creak of a wooden floor
boots land heavy
do they shuffle or drag
are they staggered or constant
is he coming or going
slamming of a screen door
angry or rushed
in or out
her or him
idling in front of a fridge
hunger or thirst
boredom or pleasure
is it the beginning or the end
I tell her I can’t
remember
a time before

Azalea Aguilar is a Chicana poet from South Texas, gulf scents and childhood memories linger in her work. Her poetry delves into complexities of motherhood, echoes of trauma, and resilience found in spaces shaped by survival. Her work has appeared in Angel City Review, The Skinny Poetry Journal, and The Acentos Review.