they are green. we are mixed,
you are man handling, gently
smoothing into our pliable bits
you are stretching your hands
down the back of my pants
they are firm and full with masa
our legs lock like forks lazily
left in clouded water, piled up
after the mixing, and assembling
things are turned on end like us
bellies full, we determined that
being sideways, we’ll save the world
March, 2016