burn, familia. 
burn so bright their spit sizzles, lost to vapor before it ever runs
down our cheeks. may we peel paint at the touch of our blessed
palms, blister the hoods of idling patrol cars now and ever, amen. 

burn, familia. 
burn quenchless in each of our well-earned d.r.e.a.m.s. may we
​ignite with generational force, labors of blood and memory 
arcing bright behind us across shared skies for all to see. 

burn, familia.
burn from the source within, six suns sliding through our veins.
may we gust with fires uncaged until we outblaze the light of 
every tomorrow yet to dawn. 
Jason Baltazar is a proud Salvadoran American currently finishing a PhD focused on speculative fiction and postcolonial studies. His work has appeared in Boston Review, Bourbon Penn, F(r)iction Magazine, and other venues. For more info, please check out his website: www.jasonbaltazar.com or find him on Twitter/insta @jasonrbaltazar.
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