Welcome
1. The earth, a bed of arsenic
where dreams groan
against the roundworm’s tooth.
2. With glassy beads & crackling rubber,
the dirt oozes neon pus.
3. The flea hunts blood
4. lit by the smell of tobacco & wine.
5. Federico García Lorca was born
in Andalusia, was murdered there,
in a hole near the setting sun.
Let him be some kind of always-is.
6. The earth isn’t a bed,
the flea doesn’t hunt blood,
The flea, beyond the acreage of time,
a kissy mouth.
7. Kissy mouth to be rubbed with myrrh.
The flea finds dreams
in rancid, chartreuse eggs.
The luminous flea.
8. Humbug to fashionable lace,
the torn rib used to place me in glass.
9. If it rains, it’s because the earth is hollow.
10. “Nothing here to say you ain’t heard before.”
11. The luminous flea of entre-space…
The luminous flea of genderqueer…
12. I’m as happy as a pout,
blooming to spite perchlorate & cholesterol.
13. I go out in a lemon rockabilly dress
with blue bang lipstick,
pink mohawk & pink beard
and buy eggs with my good looks.
Each step is more real than the last.
14. The Lamb of Darkness turns to itself.
15. In four days, it’ll rain.
Afterward, I’ll eat tortilla chips
with salsa & guacamole
16. & melty death on top.
17. We’re poets of windows,
García Lorca, embroidery,
18. “un común pensamiento
que nos une en las horas oscuras y doradas.”
19. The luminous flea chants in the dark
the words for mysterious & swerve.
I listen to it, take it in.
20. Salts coat the streets,
irises tangle with arrows.
The luminous flea makes place for all.