purpose

cross that desert
swim that river
reach that moor

please

even if it's only 
to let women after you
reach a bit further

i wish every year that passed
you grew a year younger
maybe at forty we could drink wine
and laugh at our partners together
at fifty i'd help you move out from college
and yet cry again when you left home
at sixty i'd tell you
you're the best woman i've ever known
at seventy i'd hold you in my arms
and hushed you to sleep
i'd bathe you with parfumes
and smile as you discover
how big the world is
but it would never get to be
a greater love than yours

- mom

wingless moths

if they met my eyes
entangled hands
quizzical glint
and asked
would you like to know?
lips
unable to part
i'd nod
i'd lay on my back
is there a sea on the ceiling?
and i'd leave after a while
as if a fast motion
could shatter me —glass—
i'd kiss goodbye the door
my brain has escaped my body
what lies ahead needs to be filled
with wingless moths
paint over dust
my honey limbs
will drop when you don't look
this is why
love
i could never let you taste
the nectar in my mouth
these bees sing me to slumber

we

i used to look at you
you were so tiny
and knew so little

i still can reach you
in the blink of an eye
i'll see you under the blankets
after so many nights
counting back from one hundred
and talking to god

now your hair's longer
always dreaming about college
the world's about to grow
but you're still so tiny
and know still so little
you've started looking back

i just wonder if you're tired
if you've finally learned something
are you seeing through me now?

siete bolitas

una bolita negra
que se acerca
me besa el zapato

hay otra blanca
que me mira
se relame los labios

la gris se me sienta
entre mi ropa
se queda dormida

y yo no hago nada
estoy atrapada
en este día de otoño

doors

too often stuck in between
the words i left behind
understand
it's easy to just shut my eyes
and 
fall

when i said let me go
you laughed
and stood by the door

i'm sure you just thought
you were so romantic

it was not the first time
and i still kept silent
i
silent

it happened again
in another country
when i found myself free

but
if i was free
why did he block the door 

i'm sure he doesn't even remember
he'd laugh it off over a coffee
and i was erased

it's that simple, right

too often stuck in between
the words i left behind
please, understand
it's easy to just shut my eyes
and 

fall

I thought I knew everything.

Verde

No siempre ocurre. Solo a veces. Es a veces, cuando el verde se mezcla, sin quererlo, con otros colores. Cuando las vallas parecen líneas infinitas que conducen a un solo lugar. Cuando la música acompaña al ruido del motor y las voces son solo eso: voces.
Es a veces, cuando me confundo entre el verde y el negro, entre abrir y cerrar los párpados. Entre querer y no querer.
Cuando no sé si darle vía libre a otras voces, que no son solo voces. No sé si es mejor adentrarme en las imágenes, perderme en las medias verdades.
Y es que es a veces, cuando me encuentro en la mitad. Cuando veo cómo el camino se bifurca a lo lejos. Cuando puedo sentarme en la tierra y mirar de frente.
Y, solo a veces, olvido todos los caminos que dejé atrás.

my legs

golden threads climp up
climb down
while some of us can't see them
there's others who'll look
and try to pull them out
unaware that when they do
the gold'll turn black in their fingers
and with a dry taste in their mouths
their smiles will drop in an instant

i used to look at her from the clouds
and it felt good
and windy
and cozy
as easy as putting a penny in your pocket

i just didn't know what would sting the most
wouldn't be the fall
but not knowing
if i'm under
or above

just thinking that it'll never be
besides

we've grown too apart to notice

- some people are so bitter