Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Hold On I’m bitching about this hospice for the indigent Word. I don’t want to be trapped in this caricature, my song bouncing off the archway germinating the cracks on the floor with my shit. Where the fuck are you?

Remembering Archer I dismounted your sex. Let go of your lips. Untangled our legs. Threw out the condoms. Night started at 8:00 till 4:00 in the morning. We slept. Huddled up in wait of the day.