Issue 2
Macuil Xochitl

Macuil Xochitl

Spirits released
into the bloodstream.
Holograms at perpendicular
/ angles breathe thoughts into
\ shattered silex
in the iris glare.
CO2 oxygenates into repose.
You can only read
how far you know:
five flower/Macuil Xochitl
Calendars cut from marble stones.

Frente a el Ixtlilton
el pequeño con el ojo negro
el escribano que sana
con su tinta….

– Macuil Xochitl Tlacaxipehualiztli Yei Acatl
{date, in the Tonalpohualli calendar, of the writing of this poem}