Manejo

Not Estela, /
pigtails & cadence /
of okay mamá...okay papá /
w/o either parent.



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My body no longer

as if we could lay ourselves down at our own feet /
to mourn, as if we could shuck skin like a snake, slide away /
naked and new, some born-again eve.


in the room that it happens

in the room / i am prescribed / anger / unemployment / broken / back / doors / hooded
/ property / value / algorithmic // blackness


follow the moon

maybe i wake and feel the wind move through my body
/ but she reminds me what love lives in this skin, / says stay. says stay anyways.


If, and Longer

Balled below my tongue
like a seed
I won’t plant, afraid to surrender
the dream