1,000,000 lives lost

armies are weapons of mass destruction.

port-au-pourquoi

the earth just swallowed them whole.

gonna put us together with glue or an elastic band

i'm really good at making messes.

méxico te amo

i missed you, you wonderful mess.

the quiet before the storm

mexico, you ready for your revolution?

i'm just flesh and bone

control yourself! we can't complicate this.

we fucked up

stop looking at me like that!

recipe for a slob seeking a bachelor's degree

wikipedia, and a dash of improv.

the wax man

i have kissed
a thousand men made of wax.

i spot them glowing
against the backdrop,
their faces shining,
stuck in dopamine-free expressions

(i have always fallen in lust
with static characters)

but as the heart warms
(as their lips loosen and
their bodies begin to burn)
they melt into puddles
of dyes and dioxins,
lipids and liquids,
poisons and powders,
natural and unnatural flavoring
(ground to a pulp in
Trenton, New Jersey),
and other
man-made materials.

here a climax,
where the wax man bleeds his true hues:

Red 40, Lake 32, Annatto (coloring agent).

and this is the part in the dark when the hero goes,
his figure collapsing with a secret boyish moan.
here lies my wax man, just another shattered schmuck
that has forgotten he was once
flesh and bone.

the wildest love triangle

méxico, we're in love with disaster.

poor decision making skills

sex is easy. the rest—ugh.

penis envy

i have loved only selfish men.