streets

your dripping cheese a

,lake not clogged top

of shirtless th rashing o

each speed's the name !

)sunken fog( uh apt dope

returns its steaming cost's

yr fístula y drenaje yr

peccorino dried was st one

wan dered )deep sneeze and

frogs( your dripping knees

rising from la cloaca cloaked

in their tsunami robes it's

my swollen shadow hunching

toward the convenience store

blister nor shape

stone rises

ándale

Pues

cuevas de bisontes detenidos con el claxon pegado...

- Mario Santiago Papasquiaro