In Praise of Anesthesia

I will my alien legs onto the gurney. “You feel something?” asks a nurse, tapping the thin helmet of my belly.



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Rippling water

Dissolve

These pearls were once teeth before the water’s

whittle and polish.


Hand pulling aside a curtain and revealing light from a window in greyscale

Mami Says

Be safe, mija, shame should never sleep in the cradle of your mouth.


From PARTY POLITICS

There’s part of me, probably, that feels safe letting men
let me down, I write while leaving.