We are really worried about you

Juan Felipe Herrera - 1948-

Yet the peach tree  still rises & falls with fruit & without birds eat it the sparrows fight our desert

burns with trash & drug it also breathes & sprouts vines & maguey

laws pass laws with scientific walls detention cells   husband                            with the son                         the wife & the daughter who married a citizen    they stay behind broken slashed

un-powdered in the apartment to deal out the day              & the puzzles another law then   another Mexican           Indian                       spirit exile

migration                     sky the grass is mowed then blown by a machine  sidewalks are empty clean & the Red Shouldered Hawk peers down  — from an abandoned wooden dome                        an empty field

it is all in-between the light every day this     changes a little

yesterday homeless & w/o papers                  Alberto left for Denver a Greyhound bus he said where they don’t check you

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Every day I wake up everyday inside the wage system inside all its houses, never paid rent on even one. Sleep nowhere. Every morning inside my wages I lie in wait for those who sleep, I sleep on their chests and never speak. Never Take this as spectral evidence. Meaning. Fuck death.

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Subutex. Give me the prescription and I will be you. I’ll pretend to be you and if I cannot, well, I’ll tell you about your walls the interpretation of the cracks, divination etc you probably don’t wanna know. give me the paper it’s fine I’ll never remember a thing. you’ll say things tomorrow I’ll have said them last week. just right. I know explosives. magic I know and dialectics. just write the prescription ok. I have conversations with the dead.