Mother Figure

won’t you graft me

anew skin, dark dirt

prefer(red.) able to be a

bed for your

consum(mation.)ption.

the least i can do

is my performance for

you Magnolia, tell the

audience I am here for

this part,

I'm here to plead,

i'm here

can’t you

hear Me

Magnolia

my polished

sniveling can’t

harbor my labor

-ious breaths any

further more i have no

need

for the white in my

eyes no need to fe(a)st

-er in wait for a wound.

American Sonnet: San Juan

Cataract clouds soak up the pink children

of a deadbeat sun. Blue hues converge so

the sky keeps an eye on silk sheets of

water folding developing, towering,

bearing, collapsing

so we stay alive as newborn waves throw up

foam at the mouth, imprinting on sand

and tourists alike. 2 pigeons survey

their land from the safety of an a.c. unit

and command the almighty sun to stay close, just in case.

A daughter sells ice cream the way her father

necessitated teaches to takeitback make a living.

They’ll stay there long after the tourists and the

deadbeat sun

long after the waves grow up and consume the shores

Selling [redacted] the only way they can.

magnol(I)a,