Gavin Garza Will Have His Revenge On Fresno

SATURN HAS STUMBLED FROM ITS ORBIT!

I was setting fiddle stands, still getting comfortable

calling you my abuser, when you turned the corner

with what felt like 60 tribunes—our old friends,

some silly, stupid Fresno shit—

and played coy.

Smiled and waved and slaked your eyes,

eyes

with nothing behind them,

the whole truth

naked.

For the record, I am done being the better man;

this laurel tree has thinned with testimony.

I'll streak Saturn's rings                             across my crown,

Epaphroditus will trace your thumb against your throat.

I strum Fresno                 twice a day to keep my hands clean.

Don’t apologize now              just because you’ll look human.

Pruébame. Fucker, I dare you.

When Saturn descends, I’ll be fiddling.