Dear Rane Arroyo
BY OLIVER BAEZ BENDORF
I thought I wanted to be everything all at once.
Poet that sits on a bucket in the dunes and the bucket
too. Blowjob too. Monster on my knees.
Everything all at once:
river behind you holy. River behind you comes. I speak
with your voice now—you tilt open my windpipe.
Of all the ways to enter. Let it be through the throat.
