“If he says no, I’m dead.” Hard words from a hard man to the governor.
the fruit stains a woman’s fingers.
The diaspora of your voice is hatched from the space you refuse to continue drowning in
after Rufino Tamayo’s Hombre con pájaros, 1945 & Los astrόlogos de la vida, 1947
Tonight, we inhale combustion / quilted with orange residues / that leak from solitary bulbs.