it must have been after the shaky hesitation
and half naked runs across rooms
or after the time I saw all of your skin
(all of it)
it was after the time your shyed away
silent laughing
or were we home alone?
maybe it was after the time
you wished for me in your bed
and there I appeared
fully dressed and unaware
and I have won trophies
for sneaking in and out of houses
for staying put in your bedroom
for spitting toothpaste out of windows
and I have won trophies
and heavy medals I wear around my neck
for my jealousy and attitude
and aversion to drinking while stealing your liquor
and making you angry
so angry
and so scary
and for making it up to you
and for forgiving you when you have done the same
and in some point
on some squeaky stair
I feel in love
with fishing poles
and the fingers that hold them
and with front seat riding
and a sudden desire
to maybe not be so independent
and sometimes when I think about
the rapid growth
of a flower and a ****
and how easily comparable they are
to coconut drinks and spoiled rice
I wonder if you will get sick of me
and my jealousy
and my attitude
or if after we have shared skin secrets
for month upon month
I still get nervous
when you walk out of bathrooms
and at long eye contact
and for my constant crying
I am not sad
but do you still get nervous?
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
un simbolo profundo
de los jovenes rebeldes
ignorantes
se puede encontrar
en las tiendas
el las camisetas
de un pais
lleno de sus enimigos
de amigos del pais
que apoyan
la idea de capitalismo
y la cara
de un hombre guapo
un hombre argentino
un hombre cubano
un revolucionario
es incomprendido
por las tiendas
que usan su cara
para ganar dinero
para difundir confusión
entre jóvenes
me interesa que
un hombre tan inteligente
cayó a un país
que terminó su vida
y ahora
usa su casa
de un lección
y símbolo
de las similares
entre capitalismo
y comunismo
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 8:57 AM UTC
I am aware of red flags
and really aware of the possibility
that these lead to red rivers:
red running rivers
in which I am floating face up
have you forgotten:
I am able bodied?
and able bodied as I am
I am equally swollen with boredom weight
and the weight of boredom
and the perpetual presence
of the inability to see my toes
(if I lean back far enough)
and with this body
(and that body floating in the river)
I have filled a lake of tears
and blood
and ***** and oil
that you have fished in and taken from
in that river I am stained red and blue
and so are the towels I used
(we used
you used)
oh fisherman
retrieved my body
(if you get this message)
because I am calling for you from heaven
you are weeping and heaving
as you hoist my body from the river
it is too late, fisherman
it is no use to pump
red and blue
(purple) water
from my lungs
I have filled myself with it
in its airborne state
and I am watching you, fisherman
from the skies and the sea
in every carp you catch
and whether you eat me or spare me
fisherman
I am perpetually grateful
to your choosing of my choices
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 8:57 AM UTC
When is it that you've had enough
when you can't tell methane from Mexico
and the bruises on your knees
resemble the hickies
from the drug dealer boyfriend
you left last summer
I remember him very well
and picture his blurred face
Looking at me longingly
from between my legs
he was sweaty
and I was vulnerable
and he used every inch of my body
to convince me of his desire
but I dont mind
and an certainly not shameful
of that curiosity I developed
for telling skunk from week
and the admiration
and ****** frustration
for the cholo type of boy
sometimes I miss you
but maybe those are nights
that I'm not getting any
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
tengo que recordar
que mis amigos
no son posesiones
sino extenciones
de mi existencia
de mi sustento
y mis amigos hablaran
de mi molestia
y de mi gloria
y cambiaran historias
de mis luchas
pero no soy una criminal
yo quiero sentarse n el coche
de ***** y oro
y no enterder la musica
que eliges
y cuando yo voy a mi casa
despues un noche
de cigarillos
y bufandas
yo quiero olor el humo
en mi pelo y mi piel
y recordara
que mis amigos no son posesiones
pero son extenciones
de mi existencia
y de mi sustento
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 8:45 AM UTC
have i become so dependent
that i cling to the microfibers that form in your dryer
and stick on your sweater
because for six months
seven months ago
i tasted italy and salvador
and corn tortillas
and teeth
and missed ***** mexico
and for three weeks
about two months ago
i spun around the washing machine
until my fibers were stuck and someone detached me
and i lay there soppy
and i lay there wet
and i blame the machine
its sheer power and ability to wipe clean the stains of engine oil and uv blue you drank in the garage
and i have lost dependency
because of its lack of sustainability
i miss my baby
all my babies
every baby
and if you need me
ill be collecting the microfibers
that form in your dryer
and stick on your sweater
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 8:40 AM UTC
you are brewing
and steaming
and boiling
and churning
in the hot air
and hot water
in your nervous system
and you are
making yourself sick
from the words you’re swallowing
debes masticar las palabras
de sus amigos
before you ***** up
tangled messes
is your heart on your sleeve
next to the tender ******
of your sharpened blade
limpialo! stop crying
i am tired of your stirring
a ti yo soy la bruja
ill shut the lid of the cauldron
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 8:50 AM UTC
you were a packaged deal
and came with a disclaimer
claiming emotionally unstable
and jittery
with minimal ability to balance
book and art and poetry
with your overactive *** drive
and unquenchable thirst for intoxication
and I kept you in mint condition
barbie
as best as I could while you kept mind
and we matched
and interlocked
and soon were inseparable
but barbie i can only keep you so long
your hair is fading
and so is the loneliness that once made me praise you
and barbie you are a burden
and are weighing on my glass display
and leaning and tipping
and are making no effort to support your own weight
i may be your plastic stand
but i am more than moral support
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
dear lord
we are on rough waters
of a pool of saliva
you produced while sleep walking
and only in your sleep
do you acknowledge my existence
through blind retort
blue-glowing retort
I am the sail and will decide the direction
and you are the wind propelling us into jagged rocks and jagged water
your crew has abandoned ship
and you are a whirlpool
and eventually
your twitching eyes
darting eyes
sleep walking eyes
will creak under crusty cement
and you will too acknowledge the ship you destroyed
on jagged rocks
and rough waters
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 8:48 AM UTC
be honest
when did you last wash your hands
perform bacterial baptisms
to was the nicotine
from your lucky
and pomade
from your hair
and when did you last
think of me at three am
were you in bed
in the sea and the sky
and was it hot in thirty below zero
do you miss me
when youre *****
and craving naivety
and when it gets too hot under fleece pants
are your thighs sweating yet?
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC