I put the seats
back in my
beat up Ford Fiesta.
Four drinks in,
my first bottle of soju,
a great night
with a new friend.

Something’s shifting,
healing,
and I’m scared
of what might come.
I tremble,
cold biting my skin
Like fire ants,
a lit cigarette
flares on my nails
with every drag.

Leaves are falling.

Nobody else will do
For comfort and joy
For tears and travel dreams
For laughter and love
For silence and quiet beyond compare
These are the arms I run to
Those are the arms that empathize and sympathize
In your arms is where I awaken and slumber
As your blue eyes reassure me and only in your arms

What a long week,
A long month, a long year,
Followed by long hours,
And long seconds.

I’ve resorted to selling
All my distractions—
And hell, was I distracted.

Now I sit in diners,
Drinking coffee
After a long night.

My pockets are empty,
But my soul keeps growing.
He’s starting to receive
Hand-me-downs from the public,
A new kind of love.

And I’m slowly
Finding myself.

I sit today,
In a corner
New york
Diner
In the
Middle
Of houston,
My eyes
Jump hoops
Around
the place,
As i wait
For my
second
Cup of
Coffee
To cool
Down,
And
My heart
Defrosts.

A veces
me siento tan sola
Es un dolor que
araña,
pica, y
me escupe

Dicen que
el tiempo
sana
las heridas

Pero la soledad
vive con el tiempo,
agüita.
Quisiera estar
cómoda
estando sola

Pero,
como puedo
cuando es
todo lo que
soy?