I ran over some rain yesterday
The world is a different place when it is night
That is where we should find
                                                our bones

i was driving in the middle of nowhere going home through the free-range cow farm
and there was this mexican guy sellling oranges in the middle of nowhere, i felt bad for him
and he had a rainbow beach umbrella
it's like that old man in ghost world waiting for the bus that never comes
then at the end it does

When I was in kindergarten I caught a praying mantis.
And then a kid squished it in half on purpose, and it was alive from the waist up.
Then I had a nightmare it grew huge and killed the entire class.

apoyando el valle como una taza
llenas de la raza

She wanted me
to be inside her
so I fed her my poems
and she swallowed.

We ditched school that day to drive to LA to find her real dad.

We stayed in the desert and she got her **** pierced instead.

She gained ten pounds of muscle the summer she worked in Alaska.
She’d have that slight tone for the rest of her life –  
a glimmer when she flexed to stock shelves at Vons the next year or to take a turkey out of the oven or to climb a ladder or to carry her sleeping daughter fifteen years later.
A flashing tight tendril of muscle in her triceps.