I knew I was queer
Before my skin was
Ripped before
Red ripped
My favorite color
Train tracks
Soldered the lines
Between hope and a
Body wrecked
I know I was queer
Stirring masa
Stiffness teaching
Me what I needed to
Wishing between the
Salt soaked husks
Salsa roja
Manteca y los
Botones de oro
Botas de un tio
Con sangre que roza y
Se hacen hilo
Los corazones que
Cantan del piso
What I mean is,
My sexuality exists outside of time
I was queer before the
Abuse I
Was covered in masa
Adding salt to taste
40 tamales and us
About the Creator
Jaime Diaz
queer Mexican artist
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