CUADRUPLE DAYDREAM
For Haydeé H. and Kelly G.
Philippine octopus is so exotic on your tongue Beatrice X come on Let’s Go come with me my Danger come I’ll take you on my jet where you’ll bite the sidereal dust of all the subreal sexes you’ll see that Asia’s sacred donkeys don’t suffer from Covid or go to the circus without their parents No sir I remember your breasts long and extra-paradisiacal that didn’t appear on National Geographic and I inhabit them daily next to a Black Tantric Bible with mothballs I peruse the travel map as though in the Nile the nymphs were reddish-blue shark-muses. We’ll go to Tibet for a joint and a mojito come with me baby like Diego S. says “I’m healthier than drugs” come come here Mrs. Cherry I am the “one-man orchestra” take a spin in Paris where the lions swim tightly like mandrils while their veins are pumped with blowfish soup. Arise Beatrice X frighten me like in a Me You Him and to conjugate you say They frighten Y’all lunatically. My blood gallops come now my most exquisite bitter elixir I know it isn’t Hollywood, or Paris, but it is an enormous wine from the downpour. Yesterday Sinatra came dressed as Betty Boop, come to my town, my roofless ghetto, on TV we can watch how they fry Potatoes with no oil
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