Mamacita
Coke-bottle figures are motivation
to get close to you.
I arrive to Spain clinging Molotov
Cocktails
(it’s not Spanish but least it’ll do)
to see blossoming tulip dresses

I bend kneecaps to Barcelona, Medellin,
Buenos Aires, Santiago, Puerto Rico
Mexico City, Madrid to get
a sense of your flower-nightlife

Swallow Iquitos, hills of white
rice fields.
Conquistador I bachata-bachata
love you gyrating exoskeletons to
Reggeton