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by | April 27, 2017 · 11:29 am

Diego Barcacel Peñna

America,

After Ginsberg

 

my back itches y necesito que me la rasques, America,

I like the dotted half note and the taste of agave & caña de azúcar, America,

tu mamá is so fat that when she stands on the world scale, it says “globally corrupt,” America,

my people come in different shades and they all smell like chicharrón, America,

I enjoy your queso but it’s not what you think it is, America,

you are not America, my grandma named “Australia” ain’t America,

mi mamá is America.

Diego Barcacel Peña was born in the Dominican Republic but has lived in the Bronx, NY since he was three. He is a senior English (creative writing) major at SUNY Geneseo. His work has been previously published in Gandy Dancer and Dark River Review.

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by | · 11:16 am

Diego Barcacel Peña

Otro

Papi once told me,

si quieres ser un

hombre verdadero

necesitas caminar

como un hombre

verdadero With your

intact cock in hand like

a sword getting ready to

conquer cualquier pedazo

de nalga that you

desire—

Papi, my favorite color es el

rosado. Eres maricón?

And I want to wear a falda.

Eres Chica?

Right hand on my

cock

a failed patriarch

of your patriarchy Perdóname

chica but I just want

to come to the conclusion of the

understanding of my testicles.

Diego Barcacel Peña was born in the Dominican Republic but has lived in the Bronx, NY since he was three. He is a senior English (creative writing) major at SUNY Geneseo. His work has been previously published in Gandy Dancer and Dark River Review.

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by | December 8, 2015 · 11:37 am

Diego Barcacel Peñna

bicycling across the grand canyon

do you remember what you told me? i say.

we were riding across the grand canyon on a tandem

bike on a tightrope

     and you tried to scare me by rocking the bike.

but do you remember what you told me? i say.

sweat flew from my body to yours as we kept

moving forward

     and then we stopped—

look down, you said, rock and grass and water, look forward

and all you see is the horizon.

close your eyes looking down, you said, the

sunneverrises the sunneversets, there are no eclipses.

there is certainty in looking down.

To Rise/To Sink

As I swim I

fumble over words.

She once told me a shadow

is a shadow to a shadow.

Stare/look/glare into     sun     remove sweat

from your forehead so that you will sweat.

Sound out the words     give

no (new) meaning,

I remember drowning, standing

straight     a general     unregretful.

She held my hand     I held her

hand        we held each other’s hands.

She rose like a rose petal

rises in water.

I didn’t     (our) hands (linked)(together)

she dropped.

She rose again     she dropped, she rose, she

dropped, she rose, I let go, she rose, she rose, she—

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Diego Barcacel Peña is an English (creative writing) major who likes to write poetry and sleep through classes at SUNY Geneseo. He would like to be  friends with Gregor Samsa because he likes to have friends that he can make fun of and abuse. He also likes a friend that makes him look more attractive.

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