crepuscular creatures cry out

tangerine                              

             as men shied away

                                   fearful of a loss of

                 magic

At six o'clock, the moon came out.

Then there was                              

                    the place where humans consort with divinities

            Open wounds running like an icon's

demotic

   dialectical

   idiomatic

                          Home.

who I rent asunder with my tail

 

Nepantla cools the space between two bodies of water.

now paper and cotton are imbued                                  

with intrauterine walls, ovum, and psyche   

Split a piece of wood; I am there. Lift up the stone, and you will find me.

magda-mario-magma

it seethes                  

  burns under green seas

the pieces slurried away

language

  landguage

  landgauge

  manguage

eyes,                                                     

that remind me of humming bird wings;

I                                

                                 have used tissue paper and old socks

                                  to catch what everybody throws away