by aaron a. abeyta una cancion desesperada or oncorhyncus mykiss in my trout dream you are twin to the dawn the pearl of your belly that is the sky in the brief breaths the moments of sunless light a wash of pink guazing at the center of you ghosting away at your caudal edges and in the human chamber of my heart where it hilts up against the primal and the uncharted i assume that on the fifth day God had grown weary and therefore created you to perfect the domes and orbits that…