by Sergio Ortiz
what is it about night
that you carry it in your mouth
beyond the moon’s orbit and time
through strange paths frequented
by Thanatos and his twin brother?
Is whatever just happened
already a memory, or are our tongues
blushing from the exchanged saliva?
Be rid of that black cloak in your eyes
We are the strays that taught God
how to die in this queer universe.