zafusy

On a pond of ducktails - yellowed
romantics, dark salmon and melody -
our gardens are mixed goatsbeard
kissing goatsbeard.

Nicholas Jay Munoz

We are always exploding in ourselves, fuchsias, algae, artificial milk and strange cake.
One arm goes that’a way, the other kangaroos on the map of a harp, a pure decision; the other is still going
Our bodies are fronds for suns of dirty women, we’re never sure and we always want one bite
of everything on the menu.

Nicholas Jay Munoz