«watermelon cider»
he grabbed elote picoso, picante sandía in cheek –
cayena, tajín – nuestros besos viscous, enflamed, misted
as produce in sunshade pero to’ mejor con limón y sal
«austin amber»
spooked before the glow of spiderwebs in amber twilight,
ahead chilled humidity in autumn disguised by artistry
a thinning of the veils inebriation snickers softly
«true love»
late night conditions:
on jalapeño poppers,
smoke breaks with kittens,
hues purple and smoothed out hash
laid out while he counts his cash
@calichefields lives upon the prehistoric ruins of the permian basin; an ma candidate specializing in the poetry of sor juana inés de la cruz. they’re rooted in interdisciplinary natures and their work dwells within the kitchen, its sciences and philosophies.