Also I think this is a poem I don't read that often
at readings, but I think it's because I've been
so full of all this energy.
"Mango Juice."
"Eating mangos on a stick is laughing
as gold juice slides down your chin, melting manners.
As mangos slip through your lips, sweet but biting,
is hitting piñatas blindfolded and spinning away from
the blues and grays, is tossing fragile cascarones
on your love's hair, confetti teasing him to remove his tie,
coat, and shoes.
His mouth open and laughing as you glide more mango in,
cool rich flesh of Mexico.
Music teasing you to strew streamers on trees and cactus,
teasing the wind to stream through your hair blooming
with confetti and butterflies.
Your toes warm in the sand."