i will try to write 100 poems in 100 days. even if they're all chamber potty. then i'll write one when i feel like it.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

benjamin brought me his mothers' tamales again

(vegie)
a teacher friend
warned me
they might be poisoned
(o well)
but i just ate them
for  din-din
(with brown rice)
if it's a sin sin,
so be it,
my tongue bumps be dancin'
(and dancin')
to the rhythm of endorphins
to the remains
of black green peppers skin
(like dolphins)
to the seeds of black green peppers
o dolphins
i say gracias to benjamin's
mama again

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