Orange Stake
Amber Sanchez

Cracked cold Spanish tile beneath me,
Fresh smoke swirls out of my mouth.
The crying of the coyotes sounds like screaming babies in my head.
The stake in the ground is slowly making the avocado trees disappear.
I cover my left eye and see the hills undisrupted.
I cover my right eye and see house upon house infecting the hills like abscesses.