simple delights

the salt that coats
your fingers
like grains of sand
when eating tortilla chips

i do not find inspiration

in the way they can preach to me.

but if i see them on that elevated place, the hill past the battleground they’ve conquered. the story they are able to tell because of it.

that makes me look up.

(i’m inspired by their life’s story // it was never about the advice they could give.)

he rode by

shirtless on a motorcycle

cigarette in hand

poverty

that coats a man

and renders him naked

from the ground up

she swept up

the whole scene

the squashed cockroach, the frenzy of feasting ants, black and beady.

when the broom hit

all the living things were ignited

like atoms instantly hot.

she dropped the meal in the dirt behind the kitchen

and the chaos dissipated

the source of death was gone

to be dealt with in nature’s quarters.

i love the sound of rain

from the shelter of a warm and dry place

she stood on the concrete driveway

cutting off all the green shrubbery

sweeping away all signs of life

until it was only

grey.

walked by

a wall of 2 men

urinating

in the middle

of their

afternoon

drinking session

i’m rediscovering

my love of cereal

the cockroach died

laid flat on his back

the ants came marching in

a whole foaming flood of them

consumed him.

the next morning

only a partial wing was left