// ariel fintushel

no puedo | postcards for the desert

are you okay, little muse? can’t you see its no puedo
to enjoy yourself by the light of the console?
if I knew my intentions, I wouldn’t be like this
forgiving criminals in my arms // eating melon and crying for mama
if I knew my intentions along the river bottom
I could establish a saucy melody in my heart
we gather and sit incredulous
at the piece of your eyes
that’s equitable to my love