Alveraz Ricardez
Dreams of Sinaloa
horseback on a clay trail in jalisco
i find two vanilla cream scorpions
one on it’s back and one in tearsi ask the sad scorpion if he knows
the way back to colimahis sun cracked voice
whispers between spittled sand
‘save me from being without my isabella’his eyes roll back and his arms
lift with the rise of my booti scoop the dead lovers into my palm
and bury them on the side of the
clay trail in jalisco