I love humans. Don’t tell that to my parakeet Jerry,
sweet Jerry, Mon Jerry,  WHAT is a life without the THEATRE?!
A farce covered in ketchup, that’s what!
Papi chulo, papaya, ay papa dios, queremos milagros,
I see God in the leaves and in between my cheerios.
The space between my teeth is tight
and so is the room between my eyebrows.
Today my eyes cried out my contacts and I still don’t remember that dream, 
the vigilance is exhausting—if you don’t get it, can you try?
A six word short story, “I am trying in every regard”
I’m ok now, but yesterday I almost burned through my skin,
I almost became something else, I almost
became something less, just say it: THIS IS SO WEIRD 

I’ve got an organ on each of the four corners of this decorative rug
The word decorative like poison and like medicine, 
doing my hair In the morning a DIY craft. I see things 
between my webbed toes that make me scared of everything,
and I still don’t remember that dream