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My teeth are self-whitening.
It’s the craziest freakin’ thing.
I mean, I could rub furniture stain on them
and they’d be pearly white in the morning.
I don’t know how it happened.
I used that light thingy once.
Now, I’m all animal instinct.
I just want to bite you.
Applying to become a super hero.
Not so hard!
And not in the face!
Give me that funky groove.
Now, shake it until you feel better.
Not sort of better,
I mean straight butter better.
You get me?
It’s the rhythm, dig?
The inside pocket.
The beat you feel inside your bones
that won’t let you sleep at night.
When there is hatred in your heart,
you are easily manipulated.
The resentment and rage makes you easy prey.
And peace or contentment will elude you
because there is always something or someone else
who is responsible for your lot.
Only love and owning up to it
will bring you what you say you want.
Chuletas for breakfast with avocado and lime.
Flaco kicked the screen door open.
“Da me lo.” he said.
“Da me ahora mismo.”
Lizette looked sideways.
“Go and get it. No one’s stopping you.”
He picked up the drums and they came alive.
He could turn on a room in an East Harlem minute.
He was masterful on stage.
Like a flash of lightning.
But, he was totally mortified on camera.
Like he pooped his pants.
I mean all wet and runny.
So, the agency booked Darsky for a tv spot,
And during the interview there was
a fracking earthquake.
Got spooked so bad
he ripped his drawers.
In Black Canyon City.
Sleeping on a bench, no rain, mild breeze.
Fixing her hair just right, you never know who might appear
in the moonlight.
Pull you from the down and out,
right back up again.
Trish had almost forgotten about him,
he’d been gone that long.
Still help out hope he might
be back this way again.
God is the master of random.
He plays it like a cheap suit chess player.
And he is the ultimate in thinking many moves ahead.
God thinks, like, a million moves ahead.
In fact, he’s already thought of the move
that will bring us back to the beginning.
And, he’s already made it.
Eve put the forget-me-nots on the counter.
She put blue water in a vase and the powder,
which she wanted to taste,
but then wondered, “Is it poison?”
Her friend boy was gone for the weekend,
to the Pinnacles.
It was so hot there that his sweat evaporated
and made it rain on the highway.
Grandma pointed the ’38
in Cartwright’s face.
He looked away, not wanting to see anymore.
“Here’s how it’s gonna work.” she said.
“You’re going to lie facedown, and wait for the police.”
He did so, closing his eyes.
“Then, you’re going to cop a 5150
and you’re not getting out until you’re
90 days sober.”