Jay Lucero

Attempting to Behead the Grounded:       When the grapefruit sun shines on my left cheek       awakening flames/ giving light to the unseen       my face becomes global, with bodies galore.       You see: a birthplace,       ancestors, and traces of oddities like me. Brown femmes carve a place in the constellating universe. Now you know we’re stars.       The moon glitters on my right cheek       where a conglomerate celebration of … Continue reading Jay Lucero