My First Male-to-Male Kiss ______was on Mexican TV. In the 80s. Believe me. Like my cousin Mari, I too wished I could be Érika Buenfil, her blonde locks so close…
The History of Asterisks It is midnight under the sky’s dome ceiling. The moon speaks, saying nothing of consequence. John Wayne is from Iowa, so we hitchhiked West and I…
Such Unfortunates It doesn’t get better, it gets different. Ask God, Clean House, Help Others. Try taking a trip, not taking a trip, swearing off forever— with and without solemn…
The Early Minutes of Without You thought you were spared falling in love with another drunk now that you were sober and could feel the ordinary grain that ran through…
ESL You come with a little Black string tied Around your tongue Knotted to remind Where you came from And why you left Behind photographs Of people whose Names need…
this is me PATH train ride, boy and girl inked, unmarked legs braided at one knee a bud from the same split phone cord speaking in each other’s ear and…
Every year, for National Poetry Month, the Rumpus presents a poem-a-day for the month of April. Today's poem is "To Sell Sweetie" by Barbara Jane Reyes.