Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

poplars mark my pathway gathering bones

Venus with an afro pick letting go of trends

faster than an afterthought staggering butterfly

cornered  by the clouds full moon

what kind of fool lets you go without a fight— sea-dust coats my skin

jealous of the way you’re happy without me… anthills collapse in the rain, six degrees of separation 

nothing to be afraid of even when the night changes— broken coming and going, I climb the ruins of my life