queer Mexican artist
Posed and clowned From a look or A feeling of doubt and Indecisive suspicions They don't care. Eyes to the floor. Ass up.
By Jaime Diazabout a year ago in Poets
I knew I was queer Before my skin was Ripped before Red ripped My favorite color Train tracks
By Jaime Diaz5 years ago in Poets
Hit a fish with a Drum stick Watch blood Flow through Generations of Cow tits Licking polls at Bittersweet park
half second sizzles moldy dirt thrusts skin on skin in skin through skin Bursts! flaps and spits
2 parts chihuahua blood 3 parts jalisco agave A pinch of wind Stir in the Queer powdered field Turn left and cough
You ask me to Think of color and pride I think skin Skin Brown burnt onion fields Generations of brown Bodies mixed in raids and gossip
