Morphogenesis

A cross-dresser in a dream represents what.
O bronze horses and busts in metamorphosis
O iron balls and mixed media birds
We are daughters we are sons
We are any number of faces in throes in surprise
The composites of Day-Glo points
We are pregnant we are fashionable we are swimming
We are over the awkward crush stage & feeling rejected
We are no bodybuilders
In a double-dream in Hermes’ crosshairs
Night’s jerky water spilled out the hot tub.
Inside, anything can come to be.
A lot of touch going on
Shoulder rubs forehead rubs a lot of probing
A few hoighty-toighty cultists and many more average types
And some intellectuals, you know.
We are nudes akimbo we are in dance class
We are a catholic newspaper and a writ from some pontiff
We are the compulsions of loose matter
We are the brainwashing of rationale and a cozy living space
Before a dark audience
We are in bras and panties we are locals
We are country-punk
We are the reddened parts the hot parts.
We were bent for this.

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Daniel Luévano’s work recently appeared online with Verse, and more poems will appear soon in The Shattered Wig Review and The Saint Ann’s Review. He lives in Fort Collins, CO, with his wife, daughter and son.