the churl

elefantino ,tu ,la cumbre ,the

’hosing nostril ,ectoflagic wa

vering before the pond

donde la cabeza se h

undía o aire ectopl

ásmico ~ ~  born r

ain ,doubter hymn ~ ~

yr massif ears turned yr

’high broke tooth п л

)spoon the meat you(

acequia seca ,con in

secto figurativo con sa

bor in meditado con

los sindientes de tu plan

histopolítico...  )across

the glinting lake a st

st ony shadow 0 0

fog and gravel

the swift

sw allowed the tongue ,wh

at’s gate of joyous fool’s ,a

towel of teeth ,were st

ones glistening in the

’‘surf ,high clouds span

the eyen ate’s light un

packing ,the latches cc

lickked backk the shirts

could breathe and yr

shorts ,in the corners k

notted ,itching’s con

text ,contain their

‘’foam ,or your flight

toward the cup raised

to’s fisted view with’s

spoon toward “heaven’s

throat” up pointed ,while

you ,folded down ,put

yr foot in yr shoe

...De su roca natal se precipita,

I mucha sal no solo en poco vaso...

- Luis de Góngora

the rules

my ablaundry tension

s torrid history retrained

like torta ahogada mi j

amón emético my tous

led eyebrow ,taut the br

eeze lo instructivo th

rashing in a dog gone hole

  

idilio

polofrantic ,cobwebbed ,wh

ere the flac intestine w

ithers like your swordfish

flopping slower on the beach

.where the thighs lay

down where the story tw

itches’ skin of flies