to reverse time

by Jessica Ceballos

I hardly remember
what 2 a.m. looks like. At 2 a.m.
his delicately hungry hallways
echoed my words. Words woven
onto autumn leaves, held together
by weathered branches.
At 2 a.m. arctic whispers
felt along my spine;
reminders that I loved wrong,
what felt right. Snow too soon melting,
lakes become warm waters
of regret to bathe in.
How I miss being awake at 2 a.m.,
naked with feeling,
chasing the sun...
I'd rather be there
than here, at 9 p.m.
wondering where 2 a.m.
has gone.

Ceballos also is a driving force in the poetry community of Los Angeles, hosting two regular poetry readings a month: 

Bluebird Reading Series
2nd Sundays of the Month
at Avenue 50 Studios in Highland Park

The Great Beyond
3rd Sundays of the Month
in Venice

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