Poetry

Last night I was a jaguar
escaped from the zoo. […]

People name us
with the separation of their teeth,
the long z of our naming. […]

Socrates knew what Plato knew, and Aristotle knew what Socrates knew and also what Plato knew, knowledge is what separates us from those who don’t know anything or don’t know what they’re supposed to. […]

The fall belongs to you, who stirred when leaves
beamed orange and flashed against a concrete sky. […]

It took me a moment
to realize that the tingle on my lips
wasn’t lip gloss
that night I kissed my friend good-night. […]

If the hand bloats after being bitten. If the match
is too wet to spark. If once touched, twice recoil,

if one knuckle, two knuckles, three knuckles. Four. […]

Easy conversations
between nail and cheek.
There’s no such thing
as a river digger but without a wet knead,
I’m shy. […]

the first time
I came back to life
was in 1980. […]

They look like tortillas
& yanquis can’t tell the difference

entre mexicano y guanaco,
entrées como accents y pimienta. […]

She comes from a village of India
eating gourds that birds eat for fever […]