Driving On Flames To Visit Dad we picnic at the foot of Picacho Peak sized like ants we’ve crossed the desert buzzing like bees meanwhile dad’s chasing women in lacy Indio lipstick on the floor he laughs about his latest conquest dad...

Chaguito Beltran after paying the money to the coyote he was back in the States for the fourth time in his career after having sex with a fifteen year old gringuita he spent eight months in jail and was deported he was going to do things...

Planisphere in Ashbery’s new poems he sounds like my abuela with no teeth yet with a memory so vivid the past comes to life my abuela made the same patchwork quilt over & over endowing each one with the same beauty I wish I could say the same...

Pizza Comes To Papalote I curse my cousin Joe Tovar for introducing me to pizza back in the Sixties at that pub on West Kingsbury Street operated by a gringo and his fine oriental wife next to those fucking Shanafelts’ junkyard you could see Ida...

Prose Poem Polquita two black gangbangers stole my rhyme beige Hispanic punk took my parking spot at a Paul Martinez Pompas reading on the way there a white racist shot my haiku butch lesbian ripped off the poem I wrote for my girl fucking cops...