ZERO FLIRTS WITH NADA
JOSÉ ANGEL ARAGUZ
I am eyes, the shape of the sun,
what the moon yogas into,
every planet, and every ring
around each planet, where the sound
rises from guitar, from trumpet,
where the scent of flowers dwells,
empty belt-loops and gun barrels
shape me sexy and dangerous,
I am what ash used to be: bright
and crumbling down to you, my nothing.