culebra canal boats & net fish

no more windows ESCape the unwound protection that heals an amorphous child, won deterrence         Voodoo bags inhibit the murder that stories tell, the incisions on our drums ‘que nuestro pais se cuenta sin hablar’ pushing on determined corn husks. count the zero that impresses germs                  upon language rails, on the tree that simmers, showering bomb threats over THE LOST TONGUE. place hand to the other torso, place heart to the horse’s hide and speaking races over sisters.          never do the ties remember all their screens, or all their hiding limbs . . . wet on the chair, ‘woven stone’ — places the INCUBATED muscle on desiccated insects, droves of mango that never fell to the floor. a welcome accomplishment. SURFACE shrinking skin, the isthmus isn’t remembered for its canals. eggs & softened lizards — poured milk on the Wheel, red faces that play the memory of your silent chairs . . . some rain makes the wind full . . . blankets into stone