Amiga,
No te conozco de nada,
te sigo por error
quisiera eliminar el follow
pero no puedo
no puedo
y me pesa tanto que puedas pensar
que te amo por teléfono
por ordenador

No me juzgues, mi sabiduría es
como la nata:
no tengo ni p. idea de cómo eliminar el follow
y la nata tampoco.

No dejes de decírmelo si se te ocurre algo.
Podemos divorciarnos y aún ser felices.

...

Tampoco sé cómo hacer un preview del poema
y no puedo conocer el ritmo
de lo que estoy escribiendo

we spend all our time chasing colors
we are born seeing the sun
so we want yellow
then we are introduced to green
and we roll in the grass
then comes pink
because it's what everybody else wants
then we see green again
and then we meet blue,
sweet deep light blue
with blonde hair and ocean sky eyes
and it is all good until we see orange for the first time
so we leave blue
we run to orange only to find that it is really red
we like red
red leads to purple and black
and we assume this is bad,
we are hurrying to find blue again
but we run into brown and maroon
we search the whole ******* world only to find that
there was only one blue
and its gone

i think of you too often. it has become rare to think of something else. i used to think of last summer before i met you. i used to think about long days on beaches i have never heard of before the very day i jumped into waves of sapphire. i used to think about the smell of sun lotion and jasmines and peppermint icecream, which still is my favourite flavour. we bought icecream last summer, mary and i, and dug our naked feet too deep in the melting sand and drank gin straight from the bottle and laughed our hearts out in the embracing summer air. i sighed a hopeful sigh as i let my body kiss the ground and i wished for never-ending summer days with mary at the mooring. we danced around the fire whilst holding each other's hands; we danced and danced and danced until our minds were all sore and then we watched the awaken sea turtles and fell asleep on the dock, hand in hand.

i used to think of mary before i met you, but ever since you bumped into my life, thinking of you has been blocking all other thoughts; thinking of you has been the baddest habit of mine. you did never ever leave.

*(k.w)

It's mine.
Observe
The way it careens light --
Taking, then
Jettisoning it --
Slickfastwhirrs stammer about its orbit.

And I
Try to capture it; it being, of course,
The thing illuminating
The space between eyes flitting,
Flipping through entire books of you
with one look --

And with a flick of the wrist
I produce
A pixel of muscle
over might

If I may.

It's silly, really
I know.
But it's mine, all mine.