red flowers on the tree, mysterious gifts
Sky scraps of blue mother bra only
Grinding the wood house into dinner seasonings
Trying to move but my body’s paralyzed
In the fields with sweet potato piles
My grandmother, as ghost, shooting a rifle
All the birds have flown to Cuba
My diamond ring turned black and crusty.
You left a pineapple on the mantle
Dongle Dongle Dongle Dongle Dongle Dongle Dongle
Pineapple high school English class is over
I got exactly what I wanted not need
in dreams where angels impose like fire
New colors envelop, between we find ourselves
Tones of songs, I forget by rembering
House with space for all of us
Teeth keep coming out of my mouth
Munez sloppily chopped tomato with grandma’s knife.
I’m uderwater looking up. Happy and breathing.
Put down my anchor, enjoy the ride