Quiero que sepas
Que en mi idioma estas
Las noches van y vienen
Y yo calladamente me duermo
Esperando tu voz
Te escribo y las cartas regresan
Porque ya no me amas
No me amas como antes
Antes como cuando yo te dibujaba
Te dibujaba arboles rosados
Tu pintora con letra de leona
Con cansancio de mil dias
tell me somthing sir
tell me I am not dreaming
but fully awake
like poems sit fully undressed
waiting for sight
and sighs
thrust pulling hearts
Few summers ago I was off to college talking on the phone with my mama one night getting all caught up in the gossip and before our vocal chords met she quietly gasped and said.
‘Before my mind forgets know these arms sure miss you with mouths who don’t smile the same‘
- Do I surrender or keep feeding our bloodstream beyond all shames -
Middle age sits high pulling my skirts
My thin bed with lines she wrote
Cotton sewing me to knot
Stitching chins the exact voltage’d words
Do you believe me tender physician
I touched bread and learned it sinned
It made no sound as it revealed my deaths
Delicate glassed heart quietly rusting with wait
is it your masculine presence my thoughts yearn
gloomy knuckled rheumatic me
messy war beds kneeling this night
paraphernalia resurrections
blowing skies
protesting protesting
bottles milking
baby dreams
father accommodate
this madness
flatten my sides
making your sea appear
stuff my mouth with it’s noise
father
in
you
my
hope
still
loves
under
water
close
to
death
i
forget
and
start
again
where
stars
draw
me
instead
Take me with you
Herewith I send you my all
Marking me fragile
Saints would have had a splendid chance
But here on earth they can’t have my space
Somewhere your skies are tender and loved
Pulling the same lines over and over again
Missing and missing and missing again
Birthed and lavishly forgotten by you
Perhaps this is why my skin aches so badly today
My lungs still love you
They too smell now with every breath until you return
Someday
