red is our color

she respects the tracksuit since july
she yodels kindness+irritation at once

we’re two awesome marxist archers
commies at the bullseye dialectics

i am the third from the ringmaster in the photo
she’s center-right by the red gunner

red is our color
hammers+sickles for bows+arrows

we do two shows nightly
in paducah then kankakee

call ourselves the portables
at the syringe hamper

come enjoy our mutter+census taking
quinces on the quarter hour for all

continental iniquities during intermissions
stay for the flying saucers on a string

What I’m Reading:

señora studies: look, a map in the dirt of your mother’s hurts

— Erika L. Sánchez / “Translation”