On the Southwestern coast
Nuevo Mexico weds Germany in pale peach chiffon.
A red-bearded father drops acid then med school to mop mental ward waste
where he meets a black-haired
mother in nursing scrubs. Does she mistake his fairness
for the feathered snake’s return? Does she fly?
In a sandy ditch by desert night, an owl
traces maps of the borderland into my body—
cliff dwellings, the taste of red brick on the tongue
I am from the sagebrush, devil’s lettuce, petroglyph,
from cottonwood, fiddleneck, black-ice basalt.
From piñata string & sorrow, I come with pumpkin stones in dark rye bread.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 17, Issue 3.
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