Nights like these, when I am less a man

more a traffic light lingering on yellow,

more feet full of running, twitching over the gas


more snake caught between rocks thrashing,

more a radio’s needle stuck between static and


coughs and crashes of what could be

song or argument,

more the image of the moon as garlic clove,

as burst and leaking light –

when tourist season makes me feel I can stop

pretending –

I know I don’t belong here, I belong everywhere.

José Angel Araguz

José Angel Araguz is a CantoMundo fellow and winner of RHINO Poetry’s 2015 Editor’s Prize. He is pursuing a PhD in Creative Writing and Literature at the University of Cincinnati. Author of the collection, Everything We Think We Hear, he runs the poetry blog The Friday Influence:

Contributions by José Angel Araguz