Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Our Sister of the Swamps She brushes her hair and climbs into the car pig-headed about the weekend dance even when she knows every sleaze in town will be there pitching his fork for a piece of her ass she’s not familiar with love but is adamant about finding out Our sister of the swamps has a way with men she stuffs her bra with tissue and puts on the lavender hot-pants She’s going to have a ball even if it is with some confused dyke that doesn’t care what it is she’s got between her legs swamp fever will do you in every time She’s hopeful she won’t get asked out by some self-absorbed idiot that never reads although she’s ready with the eye-liner just in case, she needs to go punk and scare somebody off

Body Parts pristine alphabets and cows moo as they jump over the moon to his back yard come the bodiless to barter vision endlessly the disfigured wait in the dark to see the results before they also bargain it’s never easy to get the right fit flesh doesn’t attach well enough to be considered art