for Jessica Alba & Danny Trejo
There has been so much death. So much killing. From space, the wall along the Rio Grande isn’t even a shadow of a shadow.
The wings deceive. They do not spreadand thinly slice the air. They rest limp,almost useless. Dragonfly shape without its dignity.
Digging in dregs of trashto find the bird my father neededto get well, I tore a vanishing line across the length of my palm.
Tell me you’re that somebodywho gets pregnant after living one month in an orphanage. Tell me you’re the one who has your baby a year later
How long I’ve dreamt of you, teenaged and long-legged, lying on our porch, your mud-speckled sandals kicked off to the side, watching a tree slowly split
We found ourselves without our grandfather. We found ourselves faced with stacks of naked women and reels of naked women. We found ourselves
When you hold a slice
of freshly cut red melon
to my lips, I drink