fronterizo

from the border an im

mense mirror rises t

urns its wind was hair

your deflective light a

hand presses yr face

thru whispered blood

your distant bed sunk

in mud and ash a tree

thrashing at dawn an

empty lake drained was

oil from yr eyes were

gargled clouds and b

urning trucks ,senators

grub through Devonian

seas' frozen worms ||at

the gate a wall of ice and

toilet paper

itching ,can't reach the knob