miccailhuitl

in my foldered knee a nail a

coin or dripping gland it's obtuse

wind a shirt collapsant wall turns

round sin puerta sin piedra sans

pied ou masque funny where you

cr ashed this morning's corpse

talked tomorrow in its soldered

jaw a book of names monday's

folded coupons whistle damply

in yr frontal pocket where a

birth shits proudly TUS NOM

BRES PESADOS on the side

walk's scattered river

...drowned in inky rebirth...

- Ivan Argüelles