«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.

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