the gecko i left for dead

crossing the semidark
of the living room i
saw a gecko
no bigger than my little toe










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crossing the semidark
of the living room i
saw a gecko
no bigger than my little toe
the red pen got heavy
and the work were mostly dull
‘the time i fell in love…’
‘my prom date…’
‘when my team went to regionals…’
so i pushed them aside
the weather’s in no mood for fiction
tonight
the winds are scattering the patio furniture
knocking them against the large glass doors
the other day
during a fiery lecture
about our vicious histories
a cardinal
out on the first warm day
of february
a roadrunner stands tall
on a state mandated
patch of grass
looking at the noontime traffic
pressed between
a guardrail and a wall of occupied earth
the path down to the guadalupe
is nothing but cement that didn’t set
properly
those mornings I used to wake up
at 5:30 to go with my father
to the ranch
a round-up
a calf-cutting
vaccinations