some gifted

Gerónimo Sarmiento Cruz

the month of april

in excess of march

obstinate as a foreign language

seemingly garrulous but suave

by this depleted

aquifer dew

how passing is away

by extenuating exhaustion adorned

burnout was discussed

if it’s toxic then imbibe

what the soil wears to bed

on a typical workday night

here be my one

on ones

chlorophyll ends

a superfluous portmanteau

for the astral and ancestral

as at once simultaneously high

forms in autotrophic and some

what autocratic tiptoeing around

apparitions meddling

with plastic knives

carving a tart irony

flavor out of labor

to faults of some

other’s making

the

still world turns