This Heart Trembles



This Heart Trembles


This heart trembles

when the wind makes

my clothing dance.

This heart trembles

inside when the

wind calls my name,

when it says hello.


In the dusk I

feel a spirit

on my bed. It

caresses my hair

and then pulls it.

I hear its voice.

I lose my mind.

The spirit has

a certain flair.

It describes my

faults. The spirit

is a bad ghost.


This heart trembles.

I turn white as

my clothes dance. My

socks feel too tight.

The spirit calls


my name. It’s a witch

jangling my keys.


Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal



Born in Mexico, Luis lives in California and works in Los Angeles. His most recent

book, Make the Water Laugh, was published by Rogue Wolf Press. His poems  

online and in print have appeared in Ariel Chart, Blue Collar Review, Kendra Steiner

Editions, Mad Swirl, Medusa's Kitchen, Rye Whiskey Review, and Unlikely Stories.

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