In a dewey fantasmal atmosphere of humidity
just minutes before the clouds burst her loins onto me
thinking of all the soft, painted
crystalline bodies I convened with before
realizing I was in love with not just this country’s men but
all of it
El diablito y diablo shrimp
mezcal con naranja y quesito y junio
fighting each other while their father
fights with baby mama on old open air rooftop tile
he said he loves me baby, wants to have my babies
and I wonder how many people he tells that to
yet still
my arms are open to you
The Caribbean sunset begs to stay as
tequila drunk father listens to Joe Rogan just to
sleep the tequila away
his Americanness so evident yet he keeps trying to
run from it
As the sun sheds horizon
we shrivel and sink
drink ourselves to sleep until
her manaña warmth brings sewage plant scent alive to a
muggy briefing, we
soak in her lollipop blue waters for
retribution
leave behind mother green forest
who lyeth dormant in my heart as I seek
other avenues for STDs and he
said he never smiled until a decade after fifteen
his hairs are silver, though he is not old
a ribcage that fits me perfectly and a
baby doll dog named Pitufina who’s got
cancer in her tits but
when she leans up against you
everyone forgets that
life isn’t infinite
Taqueria Dominguez is where happy people go to
eat and die
not happy like rich or successful in your
careers and shit but like your
3AM al pastor tortilla sweetness
followed by sex in humidity and
accidentally kicking the ashtray off the bed
it’s Bohemia tears shed when the
boat is boarded back to America
the “promised land”
where promises are
yet to be met
where pink and purple puff daddy clouds scream
propaganda perfection and
governments do lie
no matter what side of the border you’re on and
do promise lands really exist or
are we all really just
discordantly
running from it?
In my smallest and biggest moments
I can’t decide if the mother forest or her
blue, creamy calloused aura of
ocean wetness
speaks truer
The oopsie accidents
lack of perfection
the losing your bathing suit on someone’s
roof outside of Cancun
because you fell in love
for just a brief moment and
when you leave he says
don’t be sad
your company was a gift
you’re imprudent with impatience
you insatiable
blonde
Güera
preciosa
American!
Call me anything
still, my arms
are open to you