Now in Color

Read by the author.


by Jacqueline Balderrama

Featured Art by Courtney Bennett


the migratory patterns of sheartail and warbler continue back and forth

       and on foot—the grey wolf,

                                                       the armadillo,

                                                                              the coyote.


Now paper, now papel—we learn to listen in different ways,

             at night, hear the floor vents empty their chamber of words,


and again, they ask for the source of me

                                                                    as if water could stop

                                                                    or would.


Now the agents dress us in the terms of their casting calls—

               anonymous beneath the sombrero, or fiery latina, or gardener, or alien, or drug lord.


Now Maria Montez, Katy Jurado, Rita Hayworth speak back to the funny mirror,

             which reflects them only as cut tulips.


And my mother shakes her head for the childhood dog the neighbors took in

then abandoned in the desert.


Now the wildfires on the San Bernardino Mountains

             when families at night set out lawn chairs to watch the flames.


And a man on the news electrifies his fences and shows the camera large photos

                                                                     of bodies he’s found beneath his trees.


Now a prayer to Mother Cabrini, patron saint of immigrants.


Now the radio is breathless . . .


The television like an escape portal streams color through undraped windows,


but inside we are still here


fumbling to turn on the light or floating down in our chairs,

          wishing the room to unleash its plum, its marigold, the blue of our jeans, the white walls

          covered with frames, wishing too that everyone had been there with us.


Now we separate monstrous shadows from the broomsticks, the coils of rope, the strangers,

             assuring ourselves that somehow we can still have good days.


Somewhere prickly poppies are blooming and want to.


Jacqueline Balderrama lives and teaches in Salt Lake City where she is a PhD candidate in literature and creative writing at the University of Utah. Her work has appeared in Blackbird, Poet Lore, and Anomaly among others. She also has a chapbook forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. For more, visit:

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