FIRST LINES: A selection from My Kill Adore Him

by Paul Martínez Pompa


I play it chingon in full length
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Lissette opens me with her fingers.
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With Popsicles shoved down your pants
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Me & Z walking the block when a cop shoots
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When I was ten, my older sister walked in on us---me, the dog, the
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She taught me to wipe
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The air is like gunmetal
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the bus fills & empties like an aluminum lung. what he says
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July smothers the city like a drunk
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Your feet are a slow train

To the medics he is nothing
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All night the plows pummeled the streets
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i am searching for a way. to fall
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I didn't get past security
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your poem wind
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The body as weapon, as inspiration
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Not only have I disappointed the high school Spanish teacher
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Are your images inefficient? Is your diction bland? Are you tired of
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Maybe Zo was hung like a six-ten stallion
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Damn these stacks of argyle I can't have
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That Lucia broke the machine twice in one week was evidence

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Yes, I'm holding Paul's book in my hands.

Yes, you can order it

HERE.

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The Andrés Montoya Poetry Prize

Next deadline: January 15, 2010

Final Judge: Silvia Curbelo

More info. soon