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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