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Los Angeles


tantalized (salivation)


the molé
is
deep

rich as velvet

want to
seep pores in
pungency

salsa of
earth
mud

fecund intoxication





Solitaire

I cry whisky on
bathroom floor
of new friends’ house

you once said if
I loved
you would not
die
by thirty

I’ll sleep
with your
blanket
tonight,
 duck baby yellow

Tomorrow I
kiss men
to fill
the void



Meet

I was
fantasy
with you

except when
I made you

cereal

in the backyard

at my childhood home

feeling
unsure






8:00 PM

my room

is a 

steambox

we
melt

into my
bunk bed

until
we are



late






buzz cut


you
whisk me away
from family
reunion of sorts
at my house

My cousin,
giant prune
with the
squarest
head,
retired army
commander
or something

You arrive
tie-dye
dreadlocks
ripped skinny jeans

dancing on
the roof of
your mom’s
bmw

'If he messes with ya'
drawls my cousin
'I’ll beat the
piss outta
him,'
grinning

I smile sweetly
dash 
out the
door

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