blue
Monique Quintana
  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.


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