Poetry

After the pigs and lambs and rabbits were sold off at auction they
bought a 30 dollar goat and named it Snowflake Brownie and then
a second one called Cookie Dough the third Brandon but the names
melded into dubbing them the Healing Goats...

There are seven of us in front of the mayor’s house asking questions about the boy they shot twenty-two times 

There are seven of us in front of the mayor’s house screaming about how the videotape of the shooting was covered up so that the...

It was actually a good year, the year before the downfall, a surprisingly good year in our little town. It was a year of bread on the table, a year with a new IPA in our glasses, a year with friends who visited with great frequency.

To...

The summer after, a storm
split the sky over Hergla and I wanted to be in it.

Every day there’s the bay, every day, every night, once, it was Estero de Jaltepec:

Christmas, flew home packaged like a gift. Beneath my jeans a childlike padding. Came to adore the wee god, his dolorous mother.

it’s procedure to inspect 
the ass of an immigrant kid

undress put this gown on
the doctor will be here soon

Hidden in a dim stall as the muezzin called
all worshipers to prayer, I touched privately
the indelible stain.

She says she lit a candle and placed it under my balls when I was born
because they were too big,

If you had asked me, thirteen, what I wanted
to be one day, I wouldn’t have said it.