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As fresh garbage is. As dirt sucked out of a fingernail. As a wall clean of prostitutes. When I am this I am at the mercy of my nakedness. A pillar of undress whose power I do not know how to...
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despecho rhymes with espejo—
translation: my sibs could be
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remix: if i weren’t so ugly
i wouldn’t look so much like mis hermanos.
let me try again:
this one goes out to my fam
posted at the bar pouring shots
until the...
translation: my sibs could be
my twins if
they weren’t so feos.
remix: if i weren’t so ugly
i wouldn’t look so much like mis hermanos.
let me try again:
this one goes out to my fam
posted at the bar pouring shots
until the...
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at the yam festival
What a delicious life!
When I cut a sweet
potato in half, I get
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stripped branches
What’s left after the wind
blows every blossom
off the dog cherry—
a tree of wagging tails.
surrender to the beauty of flowers
Be sure to wear
your flowered...
What a delicious life!
When I cut a sweet
potato in half, I get
the harvest moon.
stripped branches
What’s left after the wind
blows every blossom
off the dog cherry—
a tree of wagging tails.
surrender to the beauty of flowers
Be sure to wear
your flowered...
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My brother,
he says, setting
me in the car seat...
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