We are all picassos

We are all Picassos.

Todas y todos somos picassos.

My DNA is digital

my besos are analogue

I spin through space

two eyes here

two mouths there

the mother displaced, distorted, missing in Michigan 

the father invisible, drowned,

dismembered on the canvas of fertile grandmothers

I arrived piece by piece across the migrant spectrum of soul

I will be buried and the earth will be whole again and again

My fate is twisted, a twister, a storm of tenderness

My days are here with you

My nights become DNA,

I spin and float reassemble

myself in your bodies

I ghost other worlds

parallel soul parking

fitting carefully between two bodies

My love is DNA

my hate is analogue

Borderless not wireless

My head leans against the head of Coatlicue

My ears are pounded by the drumming

of wars plummeting through my skin

We are all artists

our tongues the brush

our veins the palette of colors

the rio bravo pleading to jump tracks

and wash herself of the maquiladora blood

Picasso made flesh offerings for our eyes to see

Guadalupe buried our placenta in her cries

Today is the day I will eat prickly pears with lemon and chile

smile against the sun

know that everything and everyone I love

will burst from my pores and my senses will make clouds

free the rain from the prison of pipes, asphalt and dams

Two or three more world wars

Ten, twenty, thirty revolutions

Where we disarm the men with guns and pigmentation

we'll get it right

we'll figure out how to be together

dance and not damn ourselves together

Wind 

Water

Land 

Our bodies return whole to the spiderweb,

gently feed the cosmos...