Yesika Salgado: It Never Snows In Southern California

I wish Los Angeles had winters
the Hollywood sign covered with snow

ice on the roads, frozen water in the pipes

the ocean turned mush,

air too cold to fill anyone's lungs

reasons to say,

don't leave

the world is ending

and I have a bed

Yesika Salgado: My Depression Has Questions

and if he loves you, what is next?
will you warn him about all your crying?

        it happens too often to ignore

        he will be telling you something

        about a coworker and suddenly   

        there it is

the river behind your grandmother's house

winding down your face, your throat, your lap

are you going to ask if he can swim?

or will you wait,

hoping he drowns

like the rest?