Every now and then I remember that I should miss you
It's not my body that's battered
It's my sense of self and safety.

What little consistency my days once had
Has been invaded by these holes appearing under my skin
They make me nervous, I notice
At times like this

When I remember I should miss Brian.

I cleaved our friendship apart with angry words
Undeserved
I don't even remember what I said

I think it's been two or three years.

Dominicans are rebuilding after Maria
I'm convinced of the strength of my depression
And that not resenting my parents
Is some sort of storybook mission

It is even worse to be part of your culture's decay
When you see it all happening before your very eyes

I'm pinned down by the infrastructure
A steel shard is running through my face
And they don't know what to do with me

I'm subject to such tragic analogies as that
Men used to be great
Where is that alive in me?