Opalina Salas

This is one for the insincere bitches For the party guests celebrating nothing For the amplified mediocrity And the mandatory love slot machines The slow motion syrup dispensers The honey... Read More

This is not for the sincere loves For the funeral that celebrates everything For the whispering brilliance The fast and furious vinegar wells Bitter sour oranges marinating nothing undone Of... Read More

I invite all makers and lovers of beauty into my heart tonite. Everything I write is what it is be what it be is what it be taken with the... Read More

i get wild flashes of the night you said these delicate things palm pressed on cheek flittering victorian eyelashes and such our asphalt playground steaming with tears ground up shoelaces... Read More

so far my face in check the brave but tired puts makeup after covering bags, scars and overnight wrinkes set in worry. double chin needs double love and a swig... Read More

because you were a writer, you posed with a railroad brakesman's rule book in pocket, couch pillows airing on the fire escape overlooking clotheslines three flights up on a lower... Read More

my lips feel the draw -ring gravit- ational pull of a clown girl frown upside down swinging doll of a million pirrouettes sunshine memories and regular showers of talking spirited... Read More