Haunted Attraction

 The snail trail of blood I left on the sand

volleyball court at Tempe lake slimes 

Mill ave up to my apartment 

I rode my friend’s handlebars 

like an apple in a basket except my legs 

swung back against the pedals

The cramps dug at my pelvis

I’m a test pit looking for its lost child

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The headache pumped the brain as the drill screamed

every second was an hour 

The body saw the jaw on the tile floor, clumsily skipping 

to the sink painted red with its spit 

the loss of sensation ran through the nerves

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Green + white + ___ = Mexico flag,

tomates, pelón pelo rico, helado de fresas, 

cucharas de tamarindo 

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I threw up hot cheetos (lime) 

red on my boyfriend

My bloodshot eyes sirened

the sniffles          I read his stare

I was mocked by the bottom of the bag

chip dust whorling my lips

Those red-tipped fingers became raspberry jelly

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The football -pointy-end first- catapulted 

toward the head   body tumbled to the ground 

eyes closed & crimson appeared 

as a beaded rosary diciendo 

padre nuestro.. padre nuestro

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roses in a frame 

on the wall 

turned into ash;

my lover’s cracked 

face hides under

nearby it’s dagger