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i never thought your sandy face would make me sweat















By Christian Aldana

Copyright ©2024


i never thought your sandy face would make me sweat,

make me rub my fingers, clench my fist. i know

how that striped cotton, hemp blend fabric feels 

against one's chest, how the compact buttons dig in 

as i push them out of their eyelets as polyphemus squeezed heads. 

i gave you my pomegranate–watched you split it open

in that tiny breakroom with gentle, pleasant strains

of a homely man. i’ve fallen in love. once i never thought

your sandy face would make me sweat, turn me to your rank pits 

your coffee nicotine mouth–i wager you could split and fold white oak 

into any kind of basket–i wager you burst livers,

crush lungs; yet, i could rub my finger up and down

dictionaries and still not find the right word to describe you. 

isn’t that something?



About Christian Aldana:

Christian Aldana is a San Francisco based poet who received an MFA from the University of San Francisco. Other works can be found with Military Experience and the Arts and The Slowdown Show amongst others.




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