Guillermo Filice Castro

Guillermo Filice Castro
 
Beso Americano
 
There’s a slick anthem
We like to belt, my friend and I.
 
Each to undo a set of lips,
 
Rings for the girth
Of his breath and mine. Flesh
 
As spice, as prodigy
In bed:
 
Join us,
Cotton to us.
 
We like to rule big.
Grab, let go, nip;
 
Then plan our own overthrow.
 
Flesh as flag, ablaze.
Oh homo-land—I’ll
 
Map you out
In whatever tissue
 
I spit his seed in.
 
 
 
Guillermo Filice Castro is a poet and photographer. He’s the author of Agua, Fuego (Finishing Line Press, 2015) and a 2013 recipient of an Emerge-Be-Surface fellowship from the Poetry Project. His work is featured in Assaracus, Barrow Street, The Brooklyn Rail, Court Green, The Bellevue Literary Review, Hinchas de Poesía, LaFovea, Quarterly West, Sunday Salon Zine, and more; as well as the anthologies Rabbit Ears, Flicker & Spark, Divining Divas, My Diva, Saints of Hysteria, and others. His translations of Olga Orozco, in collaboration with Ron Drummond, appear in Guernica, Terra Incognita, U.S. Latino Review, and Visions. Some of his images appear in Sunday Salon Zine and Canopic Jar. In 2012 his work was a finalist for the Andrés Montoya prize. Castro lives in New York City.