you name my bruises after bodiless
slaughters: catharsis, carnage, carcass, but
against the flatbed of your tongue i am
untitled #137 and you bookmark the quiet
sound of blood clots being born between my
legs. i decide then that i hate you.
later, i say: look how i emulate flooding,
boy, as i drown your hands between my
thighs. call myself río de venganza. call this
a soon-to-be water exodus. i say: look how i
domesticate your erection, boy. i say: look
how you flatline for me, boy.
you say: please, and then you come to the
sound of me insulting you in another
language. i name you mayatero. i name you
victoriano huerta. i name you el chacal. i
name you el niño trágico. you gasp against
my rivers, waterlogged, and after it is over i
send your ghost away with my ruined sheets
and your ruined ribs.
Elisa Luna-Ady is a soft-eyed Chicana from Southern California. She’s the co-founder and managing editor of Kerosene. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Cosmonauts Avenue, Spy Kids Review, Noble Gas Quarterly, and elsewhere. She tweets @astronomyhoe.