Written by m ennenbach

guacamuerte

havocados
crushed into
guacamuerte
happens
all the thyme
split the skin
carve
through the flesh
to find the solid pit
of despair within
fill the mocaljete
smash it down
against the rough stone
until all that remains
is paste
blame the onion
on the tears
the burning rage
on the jalapeno
and this sense
of uncompromising
disconnect
on the world
itself

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