a deal struck in the dead of night towering cacti, regal and terrifying rough brown hands toiling mid-day burnt tortillas and untouched beans mud baths in the name of becoming clean top secret besos pick-up trucks and plywood beds the land of big love if you can wait a while sudden showers of silver rain the long, long, looooong way around hands clasped in fervent prayer treasure under my nana's porch the cherry tree that looked like God the horror- show of fire- scorched sidewalks "te amo mucho, mijito" grave debts unreconciled promises left full of yearning the deepest blue of Unseen seas the brick wall that punched me back tongues never gifted me by my Mother neat piles of nervously gnawed off fingernails soft touch and serrated words the lake where I was baptized all in white "I don't think I ever, in fact, returned home" a deal struck in the dead of night towering cacti, regal and terrifying rough brown hands toiling mid-day burnt tortillas and untouched beans mud baths in the name of becoming clean top secret besos pick-up trucks and plywood beds the land of big love if you can wait a while sudden showers of silver rain the long, long, looooong way around hands clasped in fervent prayer treasure under my nana's porch the cherry tree that looked like God the horror- show of fire- scorched sidewalks "te amo mucho, mijito" grave debts unreconciled promises left full of yearning the deepest blue of Unseen seas the brick wall that punched me back tongues never gifted me by my Mother neat piles of nervously gnawed off fingernails soft touch and serrated words the lake where I was baptized all in white "I don't think I ever, in fact, returned home"
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a deal struck in the dead of night
towering cacti, regal and terrifying
rough brown hands toiling mid-day
burnt tortillas and untouched beans
mud baths in the name of becoming clean
top secret besos
pick-up trucks and plywood beds
the land of big love if you can wait a while
sudden showers of silver rain
the long, long, looooong way around
hands clasped in fervent prayer
treasure under my nana's porch
the cherry tree that looked like God
the horror-show of fire-scorched sidewalks
"te amo mucho, mijito"
grave debts unreconciled
promises left full of yearning
the deepest blue of Unseen seas
the brick wall that punched me back
tongues never gifted me by my Mother
neat piles of nervously gnawed off fingernails
soft touch and serrated words
the lake where I was baptized all in white
"I don't think I ever, in fact, returned home"
