Chicano Poet

Wednesday, May 20, 2020

Pumpkin Empanada Wings

When I die and earn
my pumpkin empanada wings

don’t come knocking at my door
with hot black coffee

don’t tell me how much
you really loved me

because I’ll be flying high
in the bakery sky

my big toes stabbing
the chocolate conchas

my angel ass
avoiding the cuernitos


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