‘Pareces Blanca’ by Eloisa Amezcua

of his cab I sing along
accentless

Anything but blank, this short but affecting poem is seamless in its presentation and tone. The beauty of this piece is in its enjambments—how each line stands alone and is ultimately connected as a whole. Without end-stops, there’s freedom of interpretation for each space, each pause between words. The form is a broken sonnet, one relying on visual space and transition for impact. The sounds are also gorgeous; there’s a lilt and softness of “rubia” and “güera” to the crackling of “blanca” and “muñeca”. You don’t need to be fluent in Spanish to understand the speaker’s relationship with her parents, to be part of this mundane and yet precious moment.

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