Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Upstream Proclamations

Cream
slides
into
coffee
in
a
milky
way,
and
perhaps
maybe
swell
if
you'll
sit
and
watch
with
me (
I've
lain
a
sandy
towel
here.)
A
cold
breeze
from
Puerto Juárez
comes
under
your
hair
and
up
it
rises
electric.
Oh,
esposa
palms
pressed
with
shells
gathered
palms
pressed,
esposa
to
my
shoulders
when
we
press
into
mouths
warm
like
coffee
cream
slipping
past
in
darkness
do
you
think
we
could
sit
and
watch
and
pray
and
will
you
wear
rings
here
where
a
cold
breeze
from
Puerto Juárez
comes
under
your
hair
and
up
it
rises.

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