Poems from gjmichae@ucsc.edu
White dots on brown skin.
Not latin enough, I think.
Sol scorns my attempts.
My eyes always catch
A pretty butt walking by.
Why am I like this?
Your sentences break
Between words, like your kneecaps
Words are hard to make.
Chlorine in my nose
Soft music, the color blue
Swiming pools, and you.