P/C: Eric Puckett
Tessellations with our words
Dusty old Questions
Texas road dog at arrival. Belly out and full of butterflies. Tall backed and erect, nervously shuffling and poised outside of the white Tacoma.
Warm smile, tight hug
Smells like teen spirit.
The time hop of eleven years closes like the passenger door.
God those eyes. I wanted the eyes.
Warm skin and such green eyes.
Tiki mezcal and the overcoming urge of your mouth, your teeth,
Salt bubble bath and sinking into your tongue
4 1/2 hours at Nueva Laredo border permit parking lot.
Los Lobos. Sun. Rock.
Margaritas over a garbage fire.
Moonrise over the rock face, headlamp procession
Stars and over-exposed photos, trusting
the space[ ]between
more than in the past.
The razor’s edge of an explosion vs implosion.
Danced into this new year
Calmly watching from the epicenter of this blue wind.
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