Claudia Rodriguez

I want to be inside you when the clock strikes 12 midnight, new day. New Year. New. EXPERIENCE your birth with you you slide down that water slide, flow. There she flows! Like showers on flowers. Not flowers still wetness. Petals? Lips? I still put nose up in it. When the clock strikes twelve, I want to make you pulsate like Big Ben. Pulse on the roof of your mouth choking on your tongue. We get gutta’ You get guttural I take it personal and hold you accountable let’s Get personal here. I hold you account. Pardon my accent I meant en cuenta No es en cuenta si no cuentas . Cuenta hasta 12 1…2..3 breath 4...5…6 and push through 7…8...9 it’s like being in a dark closet counting down Bloody Mary. SCARY but you gotta look a TrIGGer in the face. Let’s face it it’s like a quake rolls up on you stomach even turns. Get under a table One hand on some fixtures It’s for your safety this time. With your other hand cover your head not your eyes need them for glaring don’t turn away hand over your h

Proud clouds stirred about the evening sky wild tigers, heavy pregnant with drops of rain. Tepid rain timid rain lands on my face tender kisses. The wind nips at my ears …I love wet-windy nights. The next morning get out of bed. Good morning. Back stiff with chills cold morning press my nose against the window fog it up my hot breath looks like yesterday’s sky. I pop it open.. poke my head into the wet cold air burns my nostrils slides down my throat my knees buckle suddenly gotta pee. Get hooked by the sky’s Grey glare She’s still unsettled. Even after a full night of flushing out.

Feels good. Feels so good when you ask about my needs. Feels good to hear you ask if I’m ok after I’ve just broken your… Damn! Look at your O flow fills my hand’s cup O verflow. It flows over my bulging veins down my stressed wrist pumps, pumping your Cunt-spring. Agua manantial quenches my Serpent. Me Thirsty Serpent. You liquid Jade. Obsidian Serpent mirroring my soul. Virgin who? Virgin blood? Virgin whatever! Ey! Ay como me gustas. Ay como me gusta darte tus gustos. Take your breath away Susto! Me asusto when you’ve just broken my Super woman façade you on your knees ask about my needs. You don’t wait for my reply slide your mouth on me kiss me from my knees nibble up my thighs outer, inner in between your kisses land perfect suctions send me pulsing. Feels so good. Ask me. Ask me if I’m ok after I’ve lost my breath for you your kisses, your kindness is royal gonna call you your Highness but you’re an Angel leave me breathless with tenderness it’s the best. Makes me feel like I ju

If you’re sensitive and you know it close your ears. If you’re sensitive and you know it close your ears. If you’re sensitive and you know it cause your face will fo’ sho’ show it If you’re sensitive and you know it close your ears. Close closer to me voy a chismear smear the truth all over your face como mierda. Comen mierda los policiticos los Pop-artistas los pinche ricos rubbing their dollar bills in our faces sweaty balls, t-bagging our pride Brown, white, male Female glitz and glam. We eat it up- fetishists we like to have shit fed to us. Twisted B-D-S-M Emphasis on the D DISGRACE Meanwhile we’re off!!! Every Monday off to the fucken races. The rat game Que quieres pinche rata! Nada guey Solo trato de sobrevivir De eso se trata. I dig my balled up fists deep in my pockets only come up with last year’s dreams cant’ even afford lint balls. So what’s the point then? Time to jump off this hamster wheel. Can’t continue to wh

Por el altar (for Gaspar. Dia de los muertos '99) Dos amigas con corazónes de niños and grains of El Paso desert sand rolling around in their memories open themselves up with tamales, dulces, tequila, mescal two decks of cards- sin el Joker and Cuban cigars to welcome their visitors who come from a long journey of many moons and suns that glowed over Patzcuaro, Michoacan and Oaxaca. They arrive, las amistades, tias , abuelos past lovers pasan por el camino de ese altar guided by the morse-code of candle flickers tantalized by the aroma of foods and the desire to indulge en sus viejos vicios. Soon el cuarto se llena de energia y de calor. words and laughter that bruises their sides drift to the heavens on clouds of gray-green smoke while images of Xena flicker on the t.v. set followed by her warrior’s call when she thrashes the villains and seduces the goddesses. The rest of the night las dos amigas sit with their tongues coated with taste of quemado f