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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