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Staring into her I saw monsters of us
As if her womb demonized by the language
Of our sex declared that her children would
Not bare my name and spoke it between words,
In cigarette smoke and halitosis. “Poison,”
They said. “Poison, if you break this seal.”
I smelled the trees from the wind that
Blew down her back and through her body
And watched the snow melting
Dripping from the small between her holes
The rain falls in Spanish
Down there. Where
I were, ready for I, for
The, in Spanish, clouds rumble
bad grammar blunt outbursts thunders strikes
Down there, I want to be. Where it’s all
In Spanish, I
The rocks break in Spanish and crack
On, along, under, above the roads
The houses the grounds the people
I, Down there. I.
I speak in Spanish down there, to them
That also, in Spanish, speak to I. To the people,
And the hills, and the rain, and the rocks.
The way the world fits into the palm of your hand
like a pile of wet cigarette butts
or damp jungle soil.
Wanting to but not able to slip away between your fingers
like water. like water.
That slips through drops down
Onto the faces of the over encumbered, colored refugees.
. Digging for Bindheimite in my underpants contemplating murder and how to be
Naked now, protanderous and steaming in the cold wet sweat
Pondering the flammability of rocks and roses while notes, just sharps and flats
Echo and fragment and transpose. Translucency has always bothered me
Flying Lotus don’ kilt it. Who dat dancin’?!