Nebo

sale e pepe a crisp little pepper pun, coating our teeth, lips

On the Northern Avenue Bridge

darkly haunted, hoarse, thousands of redcoats incensed — lobsters, tea, sink, sunk

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