Mestizo
By Asa Martinez
There’s a person with unnamed skin
somewhere in the salt flats
of where rivers used to be.
The baby is screaming in the desert
a waterfall not english or spanish
their mouth open like a wound.
Mestizo
By Asa Martinez
There’s a person with unnamed skin
somewhere in the salt flats
of where rivers used to be.
The baby is screaming in the desert
a waterfall not english or spanish
their mouth open like a wound.