crepuscular creatures cry out
as men shied away
fearful of a loss of
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
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.
burns under green seas
the pieces slurried away
that remind me of humming bird wings;
have used tissue paper and old socks
to catch what everybody throws away