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My Abuelo said, “Pepino Cuevas hits como un burro.”
My Abuelo’s fists were full mugs of lager at the cantina.

My daughter says my mind is sliding
words lost at sea, snagged in seaweed

The surface of a wide river is a cracked door, an open mirror.

Didn’t you see it down there for a moment? Back there

When the beer started tasting skunky, we knew the jig was up. A people that can no longer manage such a staple is beyond hope. The time has come to pack the kettles and seek fairer parts.

Dropping my pennies every Sunday into the offering plate,
I know better than to ask my grandmother
pleather purse clutched close on her lap
if God ever gives anything back.

he was scavenging for an old photograph,

his first wife, alone, a Canadian ferry

During my Lonely Summer, 1999, my cousin Jonathan arrived in Boston from Chicago, and called to tell me his friends’ address where we planned to meet.

After thanking her too profusely for the meal of apples & sesame crackers, he smoked a ceremonial final bowl & blasted “Behind Blue Eyes” through the borrowed headphones

Circle the body’s sad regrets like a Quaker meeting with rose spike gloves

They think in the vast reaches
between Planck length and that of quarks

I met her one night while shooting pool at Bennie’s Billiards with my buddy Tricky Dick Moranti, who later changed his name to the Honorable Richard Moranti after graduating law school and winning a judicial election.

7.37: Apartment-block tops lost in mist; golden streetlights glowing; trees reshaped by vapour; stop sign blurred in shark-grey; distances cut by cold.

There was calm picking up and making empty disarray into empty order.

Back in our day
we had no regret
eating salmon croquette

Shorter hair now like right before the divorce when he barely noticed the highlights.

i heard that sandy unzipped

her face

right when she got to ma’s.

what to do when the neighbors put up a for sale sign

1. toast them with daiquiris. remember although you may think of them as friends, you were neighbors first. all relationships end.

suicide sound
sickly good
about now,
but what stops is

I picture him traversing the space what had once been rooms now wiped out