I'm crying
and this time,
not in the way that is asking for attention

This time the intention us unknown
but the reason is known
you are far away from me

Every morning I cross the Rio Guadalquivir
Every morning I
every morning I think of Felix Gonzales-Torres
untitled (Perfect Lovers)

But this time the clocks do not match
The ticking stays the same but the hours pass by differently every moment
here 12 turns to 13
there 4am turns to 5am

the wet cobble stone doesn't help
I slip with every step and my jaw jiggles
because the antibiotics have yet to affect.

the hospital was fun
but only in an ironic way
lights that resembled fans in an un-airconditioned waiting room

the vending machine that sold ham flavored chips for 80 cents
and diet coke for a euro
I had 90 cents

but to make up for it
when my blood work came back
my liver numbers were high

too many gin tonics
because here they drop the "and"

gin tonic, you I

things that go together so well that the "and" is unnecessary