I’m sorry about how I call you like a lost lamb
cut from the mother tongue
I’m sorry fuh these parts,
stretched out like an open womb
laid bare like Eve.
don’t mean to show that
You’re a tonic
a panacea out among the gallows
striking when you deem the time ripe
a rough cut slathered o’er the brine
Brilliant, twinkling, shallow
Mud on my name, on the flat cake.
Scratched from Hosanna’s sprained foot
raging across the plains
splat, Spartan down, right tried to do it
failed, splutching through the pink.
I just bought a flute from Diego. I talked him down from 120 quetzales to 55. It’s a flute made in the traditional Mayan way, using solar energy to burn the holes and make the marks. He takes a very small glass with a tiny bit of agua in the bottom, and uses the sun shining through the glass to smoke the wood, to carve words and designs. Each flute takes four days to make. He makes them at nine or ten in the morning when the sun is strongest.
Antigua, April 30th, 2008
‘You know, Shelby, flossing is the cheapest form of dental insurance.’
I just did a card trick for a dude named Alfredo. He loved it. Everybody’s name is Alfredo and that’s funny b/c of the menu. I’m super drunk.
