My mother’s uncle drowned in a canal in San Joaquin
when he was two years old,
a little bruise blooming in the water
like a garden patch,
his Spaniard face tanned
with his dead mother’s blessings
& sage smoke and sunshine
sleeping under his nails
like a smile.
That year a Pentecostal church came to town,
pitched its tent next to crone trees and thistle root
& gave the boy an Easter basket
with one blue egg blooming on the top
& he took the egg
& set it on the window sill of his ghost mother’s kitchen
& he can see it now
as he bloats to the water top.
But this time
he mistakes its blue
for the moon.
Monique Quintana is a contributing Beauty and Fashion Editor of Luna Luna and blogs at razorhousemagazine.com. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing Fiction from CSU Fresno, and her work has appeared in Huizache, Bordersenses, and The Acentos Review, among others. She is a member of the Central Valley Women Writers of Color collective, the Latinx Authors Collective (LACO), a Squaw Valley Community of Writers Fellow, and this summer, she will be attending the Sundress Academy of the Arts Residency in Knoxville, TN. She is working on a hybrid Chicanx gothic collection entitled, A Little Saw And Other Children Pieces and her first novel, Chola Mona Lisa, about a mother who mysteriously loses the ability to smile on her thirtieth birthday. You can find her on Instagram as @quintanadarkling.