Monday, August 26, 2019


mezcal from a paper cup
in a place 
i don’t know 
orange rose up 

complicated nights 
but only in my head 
a spread out landscape 
and too many details 

pueblo eyes are very good at remembering 

the stars take notes
the ground simmers

the mountains are always made of mud

Wednesday, August 21, 2019

side door

the light is coming undone 
the wind blows hard and hot 
an archetype
a temptation 
a floatation 
and I’m preparing to watch the rest

this other person’s story
the click of light
the burn of sun

the getting over of someone
the getting under them too

the finding space in the social 
the parameter 
wiggling the dagger 
finding the millimeter 
of humanness


try to pierce 



and the wind is still hot while it belies the answer of a big, big question:
can i come in now?
should i use the side door?