Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

No title # V for your benefit oblivion and passion  are cleft asunder I slide down a drop of pouring rain exiled  in a sip of water

Loud Eddie He watches his pockets  as if they were poppies in July  and salvation depended on a tenth  of your blood already exchanged  for money. He farts in the aisles  at the grocery store,  concerned with no one but himself, and pretends he has a love life. Yet I am sure when he’s gone  I will remember the stories  and the ferocious laugh that warned others he was not  to be tampered with.