You have another lover
she is tired of the dark
the women in her are weary.
The ones that were the most lively
now withdraw.
She, sips her tea and doesn’t feel its warmth any more
it tastes like naivety,
one of them used to be aroused
by the taste of honey,
now it is bitter
and reminds her
even if she aches for her father
he could never love her.
how he loves her brother.

another one,
used to put cream in her coffee
her accent; hispanic
becomes a, cafe con crema
she drinks it black
swallows it hot
scorching her throat
blackening the words
she needs to speak
about the woman you are now loving
because her skin is old
and her mouth tastes like tar.