I Love You (they do not exist)

Desert is a childhood

how we bury time in sand

hands born to excavate 

impale, inhale a fetish, hide

in a pool of unmaking

our eyes nets

all that is lost 

not at all what I recalled

lizards as transport 

ride the iguana 

consider getting lost

a sudden change of costume

how many hats can’t save you

the flying leap

flesh bags of desire

a beauty parlor of bullets

Too much perfection is a mistake

sleep held in dunes

the violence of water

what lives below us

digging towards the sun

until we no longer want

to see 

watch her appear in a mirror 

surrender the rabbits 

tongue the cactus flower 

choose between corpses 

the leaf body carried 

returning everyone's unloved 

the mine of mines and yours 

let them loose from the dark

lie down with the others

dust rising to meet us all 

you are everywhere now

^{Footnote: this poem was created using the Viewing or listening party constraint as the starting point, in response to a viewing of the Alejandro Jodorowsky film El Topo (1970).}