I retrace my steps, barefoot and diligent as a shipwreck

My heart is heavier than it was last year, / with love.

It could’ve easily been a scrotum, / but most likely it was someone’s wallet.

You must be hungry, he said. / A magnificent sentence like that, / the last I remember him saying.

You're coming and my fever rises. I've tasted this before. / I'll leap into the wafted air and go for blood.

It tastes best before 6 a.m. / Before the children’s screams fill calampas with sounds / And at Christmas before Little Jesus warms / The waters and drives the fish out