Oscar Mireles Poems

You
called
me
last
...

As I was rummaging through
the file boxes my wife had left for me
in the garage
I found a yellow legal pad
...

My athletes foot fungus
grows between my last two toes
and Ididn’t notice it
until I worked out yesterday
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The almost daily car ride takes about nine minutes
from the Wheeler Road address
where my almost fifteen year old son
usually wipes his eyes when he gets in the front seat of the car.
...

As she maneuvered
her entourage
of a motorized wheelchair
trained assistance dog
...

My father brought me a pair of brown wingtip shoes
for my first day of junior high school
and since it was one of the first times I had
shoes that cost more then $1.99
...

It doesn’t sound like it,
but winning the Racine Junior High School
wrestling Championship
might have been the highlight of my brief wrestling career
...

My mother Elisa
was picketing outside
the cattle car trains
that were quietly lined up
...

Diego is growing
even though he mainly rests
on his back
this is something I need to change
...

I still cannot remember the first name
of the funeral home but the second name
was Hooverman I think
and as I tried to follow the mapquest directions
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