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I have kissed boys

Girls

People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
The classroom gets bigger, the smarter you grow
The world looks smaller the bigger you grow
The cage gets bigger, the older you grow
things don't really matter, If the matter is known
Can you feel me?
 Jun 2020 La Nómada
Poetria
to the guy with muted lips--


you eat words,
crush them with your teeth,
til the syllables
break down
into meaningless letters-
a crowd of singularities
bouncing on your tongue...
altogether,
filling the corridors
of your throat--


just crowding there.


and when you part your lips,
words sink inside you
like residues
atop deadbeat decibels.


your emotions
act like rusty crowbars,
digging what's left of the mess.


my love,
I wonder how you sound.
but it wil never make me...



love you less.
 Jun 2020 La Nómada
Poetria
(she)

she was just a speck of earth-
a careful girl
in a sea of careless people;
musing back and forth,
with broken flowers at her feet.
she mumbled obsolete rhymes
and whispered sonnets to the wind
the lyrics faded, the air was mute,
the entire world became her nook.


(he)

he was an empty shell
with his heart hanging askew
underneath his worn out sweatshirt
and scarred skin.
he bartered love for nothing
gave up songs for none
wrote poetry for a broken girl,
who's in love with a broken man.
Published at AllPoetry a year ago.
I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound
only

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
 Mar 2020 La Nómada
Sparrow
I remember when monarchs, luna moths and dragonflies filled the skies
I remember scooping handfuls of salamanders and crawfish from the creek that’s run dry
I remember rolling in the autumn leaves and climbing to the tops of pine trees,
sleeping with the horses in the hay and never fearing Lyme disease
the cougars, wolves and black bears didn’t need to travel this far south
the sky was clearer when the moon was full and the fireflies were out

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