Avana Sushi

birthday gluttony; twenty-five years wrapped in flesh, softbound and salty

Olecito

meat cheese spice bread crunch rustle hot in my hand, foil, pickled onions bright

Bondir

bubbling quiet, glow, lace, fire, birds underfoot, a home for wand’rers

Darwins Ltd.

things just look better on a doily, offsetting sheer, plump, vain glory

Toro

a-burst, blindingly fresh; blood and bark binds us in photosynthesis