Jachal to Londres: Argentina

Moon set to mountains,

Keep moving. 

Sun side of the road,

Lift the bikes to enter. 

Breathe, babe, breathe. 

Words unheard. 

Lay in the fetal position imagining

IT COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE

Scenarios. 

(Nudge — put on a show. 

Knock them back. 

Nudge — get out of here. 

Nudge — agreed).  

Tarantulas over trash. 

Air suspended between lungs and mouth. 

Resentment building. 

Just say the words. 

I can’t understand you. 

(The boy with the Bowie eyes. 

Truck rolls,

Our bodies moving with it but somehow separate). 

Fuck you.  

(Maniacal laughter like a cock parading. 

Shaking your gut like jelly in a bowl. 

Words unheard dribble from your lips 

With the distaste of masculinity,

Chauvinistic, boarish pride). 

Fuck. Remnants of some patriarchal master

Laughing and holding his own breath as he watches

 The demon he created spread. 

First to eat, sly grin. 

Twelve year old chicos, skinny legs and Asking questions: but how far do you ride each day? And do you know any movie stars?

Innocence there,

But heirs

To an entire kingdom. 

All the women, heads down. 

She used to pray everyday. 

Red soil to soles of feet. 

But hey,

Remember,

Me too. 

Me too. 

Words unheard. 

Breathe, babe, breathe. 

  

(Laughter escapes, hands on his gut. 

Pig.  

One down — belittle him. 

Two down — throw it back.  

Three down — you’re a cock on display).  

Just keep riding. 

Heat waves. 

Caracaras circling. 

Elbow in my side. 

(Nudge — get out of here. 

Nudge — agreed. 

Sun tips in the sky. 

You’re getting us outta here). 

Breathe, motherfucker. 

How many mothers? Daughters? Sisters?

All in the name of my kingdom come. 

Come on your knees,

Bodies ranked and scored. 

Unheard, unheard. 

Barely breathing. 

And Jaycee had the worst of it —

Bore him two children and his kingdom thrived.  

She walked through festivals and towns and never shouted

HEY, IT’S ME —

I’m the one you’ve been looking for. I’m the one

In that milk jug photo. 

Because that man had her by the reins. 

Another king,

First to eat. 

Another queen,

Down on bloody knees. 

(Love, Kelsey and Be)