Latin Transmissions



I wake in Madrid

Humming denial

Of the bullet

In my throat


That litters

This vista

Like live ordnance

In a graveyard


Would you read

My essays if

Written in blue

Or green?


Transcribed by the

Whore of wasps

I searched for a flaw

In her acronym


Only to arrive

Like a letter




In tennis shoes

Which we called

Sneakers back where

I grew up


So instead

I scoured

Patent offices and airport detention centers

Seeking the new you


Built from the ground

Up and teaching the poor

How to read Lorca

Email by email.







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