Saturday, August 5, 2023

Burned hand, or 2-step by Alex Z. Salinas

2 hours 
passed piping
daybreak java
lava spilling 
over around 
into my 
cutting hand 
5 digits
stinging screaming 
O tingling
we were 
singing down 
under spotless 
monday blue 
no 1 
in sight 
to give 
31 july 
damns on 
the oldest 
date of 
my life 
& still 
we’re inquiring 
quite alone:
hey baby
we doing
this right? 
books stacked
on my 
lap: magic
8s soothsaying:
reply hazy
try again—
we always do. 





Alex Z. Salinas is the author of two poetry collections and a book of stories, City Lights From the Upside Down, which was included in the National Book Critics Circle's Critical Notes. His poetry collections Hispanic Sonnets and Trash Poems are forthcoming in 2023. He holds an M.A. in English Literature and Language from St. Mary's University, and lives in San Antonio, Texas. 


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