Another cousin done in
ways no all-male porno
can make glamorous:
heroin body hair.

2.

Steppenwolf's "Goddamn
the Pusherman" was the song
we listened to in Grandma's
apartment through headphones,
strange stethoscope.

3.

You were called the Plumber
in the depths of a German girl who
thought Eva Peron was Eva Braun.
You held her in your scarred arms.
She fell through your embraces.

4.

We rented bathing suits
and how different
our bodies were though
we shared the same blood.
Inside, then, we were linked.

5.

My body is my best friend.
Once, cousin, you were that
and we colored the map of Europe
with red and blue crayons.

6.

You sing to me from the grave,
but you have no debts, José:
Sad, no? The way we have
to bring our bones on our travels.
God owns our asses.