by Concepcion Tadeo
I want to
kiss you in Spanish,
sentir la tierra en mi corazón,
to silently roll the rr’s in your name
within the earth of your mouth.
mouth, boca abierta,
to clamp shut around me with its
mango vice, jicama jaws.
the smoke that comes up
from your chest, sabor a lumber,
and burn my tongue on its