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.