Willy Palomo

                                    Because once the skin
                                    is split, it is impossible
                                    to deny the resemblance:

                                    a glisten only won
                                    hidden in humid sweat,
                                    the golden glow

                                    of ripe flesh, the pulp
                                    punctuated right
                                    where my tongue

                                    first landed as a child,
                                    swirling it slick
                                    between my lips,

                                    sucking so hard I almost
                                    choked on the seed,
                                    the pulp punctured

                                    right where my tongue
                                    first landed on you,
                                    the dulcet tip of your desire,

                                    struck by how your warmth
                                    numbed my lips,
                                    the way your nip split

                                    me open until nothing
                                    but glimmer and pit

Willy Palomo is the son of two immigrants from El Salvador. He is a McNair Scholar, Macondista, and a Frost Place Latin@ Scholar. He has performed his poetry (inter)nationally at the National Poetry Slam, CUPSI, and V Festival Internacional de Poesía Amada Libertad in El Salvador. His book reviews and creative writing have been featured in Best New Poets 2018, Latino Rebels, Button Poetry, PBS, The Wandering Song: Central American Writing in the United States, and more. His first collection of poetry is forthcoming from Black Lawrence Press in 2020. Follow him @palomopoemas and www.palomopoemas.com.