enchillada kosher salt
gather amorphous shapes
on evening sun warmed glass.
i watch you lick your thumb and
gather it unto you
knowing your mouth’s heat.
“get that away from me.”
you interrupt your story about New Mexico,
succulents, and how your mother did your father
that one time.
and, your abuelita took you away,
“there are somethings a fifth grader should not see.”

spun floss suicide


i split my wrists

with cotton candy.

the left

opened with a


the right

started with a

safe joke.

i killed myself

with kindness,

and awoke





The March

In 1942, under the watch of ole red, white, and blue,

a boy met a girl.

He told her he was leaving and would marry her when he returned.

She was home to him.

In the back of the movie theater with “Bambi” on the screen,

she nods off, to “Love is a Song,” yes.

She is not quite seventeen.

He leaves her with a ring and all of his best intentions.

He fights bravely in a

Battle between winter and the beautiful.

She writes him every day.

He comes home to her.

And, as the chords of the wedding march begin,

and she moves toward him,

He remembers love.

what is the…..



4 inches flacid

be good to her

ear line, linear listener, analytic lyric
Saint Veronica (Spanish)
The most beautiful girl ever and she is very understanding and there for the people she loves. She is trustworthy and very outgoing. You can have a good time with her.

really pretty and always is nice to everyone tries to show everyone the real her and shes shy sometimes

The literal latin translation is true image so she’s always true and loyal, never fake.

the best girl youll meet

beautiful and loyal

The coolest person you will ever meet.

Awesome and gorgeous

i think it means a beautiful person

Amazing and outgoing

Veronica (Portugese)

very smart, and doesn’t think much of herself

cute and smart


dont care what people thinks about her
type of flower
contemplating world domination
saint bernard
hydrogen, helium, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, neon, iron, silicon, magnesium and sulfur.

the alligator beneath my wings


my daddy was an alligator wrastler.

i was never dangerous enough or verdant enough to woo.

i used to try to distract him from his gator grappling

with one girl synchronized aquatic ballets

or dangling baby salamanders from my ear lobes.

listen to me daddy,

see me daddy,

pappa, can you hear me,

as you climb the jacob’s ladder out from beneath our toes as we steal

your amber blush rose cross to the lotus rich marsh in the azure.


my 2 cents.

illustratins on a stool.

men hide behind words.

women hide below pictures.

word and picture, mythical, magic mirror mirage.


where is the third nail?

“get off the cross, mary, we need the wood!”

he wonders if it  is late enough at night for morning wood.

he silently admonishes him for being a have playing

he imagines what having him tastes like.

nails across buttocks.

persecution sipped slowly.