Un Trip Por La Mind Desert

for anisa

In the Arizona desert
Juan Felipe turns into a red tarantula

the sun makes its own tortillas he yells
delirious he mumbles something

about Oscar Zeta Acosta having man boobs
but soon the desert night calms him

purple nopales place him
into the backseat gently

in his dreams he confuses Gila monsters
for La Llorona’s children

and struggles to save them
in the morning he’s full of poems

and tries not to run over them
he wipes them off the rearview mirror

the door handles the dashboard
the steering wheel the sky itself

when he comes to his senses
he’s finally crossed into the prose of New Mexico