jeans ripped
holes bigger than the gaps we’ve taken from each other
space and galaxies and i only treasured you
a mere star
never visible in the city
for its luminescence outdoes your
shine but i always saw your
light..

love
you’re straying and
i’m not one to beg for your skewed light either

i layed on the algae-encased rocks looked at the blaring sun until i could look away and all
that’s visible is onyx landscape.
i look to the side-
half my face in the water.  
half just above
i feel the thick cool stream that makes my hair
dance and tangle
leaving fragments of organisms in my curls.
one with earth
i refused to leave the shore of rigid pebbles-
warmth in the body of water from the areas that the sun kissed for too long.
rather bake on bedrocks
raisin fingers
while i ponder how far down i could go until
people start to wonder of my whereabouts.

you’re a sweet vibe
***** backpack clique kinda chick
make me wanna sit on some
apartment steps and watch
inspiring me to write till mamí calls me in for food
sipping my horchata,
like a hip hop song
make me warm inside..
let the kids from the barrio run around
because it’s not chaos to you
it’s family
the seriousness of the world will hit them
and its not any of our jobs to quicken the pace
you wear your dads cuban link chain
irremovable like a birthmark
pantalones rotos because everything else is

my left heel itches
i wish you never texted me what you did
that one afternoon freshman year
when i was in the library
i looked at my tiny phone with clammy hands
my clear nails glistening
and i could almost taste the warm light streaming in from the window above the nonfiction shelf
feeding my face
i didn’t eat at all that day

i loved you
but i didn’t want you to say it..

whyd you say it

i’m an odd one
you’ve made me clingy
i hear you respirate over the phone
when the moon gets cold and
covers herself up with black sky
slowly in and out it would trail
like the first astronauts steps on the moon

making strides with such ease
knowing that he’d stay up there if he could..
you go silent as if you hear my thoughts

you’ve made me obsessive
and i mourn people that aren’t dead
and i have health issues that i never bring up to the doctor when she asks
i hesitate when she asks to examine me
but the feeling seems to vanish when you come around

i don’t shave my legs and underarms in the winter
because they’re like built in body scarves
yes my puerto rican genes have made it feel so

i think about people who don’t want me too much
but who doesn’t
no one is wanted as much as they’re told.

if that makes sense
sense
sEnSe

my head hurts
can you kiss my forehead more often..
don’t be a stranger
there’s a lot of surface area so could you please..

i refer to them as brain kisses
it helps soothe headaches
your energy transfers through your
gentle loosely-puckered lips and dilutes the bad energy
that’s stored in the front of the brain
you’re top of mind
help me