yo aún no he aprendido a vivir
solo por el hecho de que algún día me voy a morir
las chispas de un llanto
jodiendome a mi mismo
por estar en mi jaula de oro
mira como brilla
y una foto de mi mamá
la arena de un ***** puro
todavía la siento entre mis dientes
vidrios y altura
quemando dólares por gusto
pensando en un escape
no hay escape
y los rascacielos que no logran llegar a tocar mi **** ego
ni todo lo que alguna vez pudo ser
así así
sí sí
cuida a tu fífí
antes de que venga a romperle el cuello
por haberme negado de cualquier experiencia
buses llenos insurgentes
metro línea nuevos ministerios
y para mientras pensar en ese acento
no era el hecho de comprarte un trago
es que en ese momento estaba listo
para darte el mundo entero

arriving at the same place i always do


tracing you with thoughts
instead of sculpting your statue

i'll kneel at the altar of your lips
with the fear of getting lost in you


maybe this time there will be a solution

and as the vacuum hugged the earth
so did the world embrace me
as did your open arms
once

thing is, i told her
when we weren't saying i love you to each other
that i'd describe her in a million other ways

and when i told her i loved her
i couldn't stop saying it

now i can't tell her that
and i know i shouldn't

and now it seems
all the countless short, stupid poems
are coming back to me
after i have forgotten

but i hope it helps any of you

to know that i told someone

"they were the moon in a starless night"

that i want to tell her

"i imagined the warmth of the phone
on our sleep calls
were yours"

that i want her to know

"you were the two extra eyes i needed
to watch the sunset with"

words on paper airplanes now stalled out
in an electric stasis
shocking like when your blue eyes peered out
and made me realize that

holding hands on twenty fifth felt warm
like morning coffees pouring blessings
the lotion dotting sleepy faces
hung pretty as art on empty walls
trails of roses shaping your lips red
marked the rooms so stuffed with memories
the spasms in your sleep would cry out like
crackles of fires burning bright for us
brushing your hair with lamplight so sweet
showed the comfort of nights staying in
for you these eastern trains voyage north
and surrender to the belonging

you didn't just feel cozy
you felt so much like home

the tips of my fingers have grown mouths
yes
and now all they do is complain about
not being able to see
you see
i'd give them eyes but
i swapped them all for the tiles
better suited for the triple letter
there's a rabbi rappelling down the
face of a mountain that looks like him
but still lets him down
he'll ***** you i swear
just hanging on the cliff
by the noose of suspense
you just have to give him a minute
feeling's overrated so
cue the parting lovers
i gave my fingers eyes
but took away their mouths
i showed them you and
now they seem like they wish
they'd never seen at all
a fair trade to have their lips again
and say what they want to say

our lips will never meet
nor our fingers intertwine
and so bless my dreams
for indulging what's not mine