the TV was blaring political
crap again
somewhere in the background

always the same fear
inducing story

but she didn't need
the political turmoil in the
country and the world at large
to make her feel afraid

She looked at
Leonardo, her turtle
through the glass of the tank

"Soon enough we'll be evicted.
I've seen homeless people
with dogs and cats and even
birds, but never
a turtle. What the hell am I gonna
do with you, Leo?"

Perched on top of its wet
rock, the turtle
looked at her and not at
her at the same time

There was no fear, no anxiety,
no trouble in its eyes

it simply existed

was alive

It just was

"You're just too dumb
to get it," she said

got up
and went in the other room
to turn off the TV

"You're just too dumb
to get it," she said to her
own reflection in the
black mirror of the TV screen

Right

now back to playing the
electric guitar
in her empty room

lying in bed

drinking the cheapest
whiskey

attempting to play with
herself and failing
because of depression

giving up

drinking some more

eventually falling asleep

One time Leonardo showed up
into her dream
as a guitar with a turtle's
carapace
and it said to her, "Too dumb
to get it?
Hah! Says she who can't even
live in the
now
and constantly tries to
be someone else somewhere else
in another time.
Dumbest shit anyone can do, really."

If only she could've
remembered
that dream 

Many thanks to LatinosUSA —English edition for featuring my poem, "too dumb to get it?"!

Check it out HERE!

Thank you!