Juana Win

Oysters are without spine.
Today, I am a pearl.
“Let me out. I didn’t do it.”

Visitors visit during visitation hours.
"Bring me a concealed weapon, please.
I’m a love prisoner."

Oysters smell like watered down jokes.
"I’m not wealthy. I’m just nacre – culture me."
The world is not an oyster, that’s silly.

Oysters are like Keno.
Life is a multi-race ticket.
The world is a scorpion, maybe a coyote.
"Save me, Kino. Dive!"