Chicano Poet

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Your Small Rio Bravo Circus

I’ve grown tired of the tarantula
you trained so well

Tomasita as you named her
pre-figured in wrens

the knife it dresses in
the chisel it lives for

your gray eyes lift
then annex a tad

I pack all the hunger
in my belly

the Rio Bravo
overflows its cup

and the temple-throat
browns further


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