daisy

a long time ago,
we decided to invoke that word
as our distress call
but we were so young
no distress ever came
so we used it
used it a whole lot
in place of love
more than love
sister love
now we are older
now I invoke its proper use
and all those years of
love
seeped
in all its ragged edges

daisy

slow retreat

I asked him
if he was scared.
Sometimes, he said.
He could feel
his body growing roots
and going back into the earth.
That part wasn't scary.
It was that it happened
so slowly,
and he had to watch his wife's
big, round, scared eyes
pity him.
His shame had long since
gone down the drain
while the big, German nurse
dried his body
and dressed him
like a ragdoll.
Even his sons' eyes were different.
That was the scary part.
Watching them realize
they were gonna have to
find a new hero.

frito girl

Frito girl,
so confident.
She offers me an icemilk
after feeding her goats.
Me, so shy.
Her mom calls me mija,
but I am only a gringa.
I want to show her
the piece of moss I peeled up for her.
Like velvet,
and the smell of cool dirt,
and the damp of rotting leaves;
nothing like the smell
of her.
She smells like
Fritos.
Like salt.
Like corn.
The tip of my tongue
burns and my mouth waters
just thinking about her.

Cunt

All that hate
Those unholy relics
The shrine
To me
You built
I take
Your impotent phallus
That shriveled you
And you hate me because what you hold has been mine all along
You plot my murder
While I bring you back to life
Bow to the holy
Cunt