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never mine

lately i’ve been having the weirdest dreams
well
they’re actually not that weird
they just seem so vivid
so real
it’s hard to wake up and think there’s something else
first
i always see my face
my eyes
my mouth
or at least
i think they’re mine
i think it’s me
and then it’d be the nose
the hair, the hands, the heart
that can’t help but change
into someone else’s
i don’t really know
it seems my defenses
are always off
and open to other’s arms
they don’t know me at all
or who knows?
maybe they do
and they love the look in my face
when it’s full of regret
when it fades away
like the smoke of a cigarette
that it’s never mine
lately i’ve been having the weirdest dreams
well
they’re actually not that weird
they just stick in my head
as they cling me to bed
and i can’t help but feel
i won’t know the person that smiles to the mirror

i munched and gulped down
and i suddenly was ten
drooling, laughing, thriving
seeing the room as the planet
up in my spaceship 
the doors ate me up
and bathed me 
with colours
i’d never seen before

the mirror

it's like wearing a stranger's skin
begging for a little warmth
fading in your foul breath
of course
it's not easy to 
see yourself in others' eyes
and fail to grin at the mirror
but you understand, right

it's like standing naked
under your own veil

loneliness, that is

vosotras

me cubren los ojos con barro
cae en mis labios cerrados

olvido las manos que cuelgan
son mías las que me sujetan

llega a mi vientre la hiedra
en mi ombligo las ramas se esconden

y cuando se asienta en el cuello
cómo hablar si soy de barro
cómo apartarte si no tengo manos

me gustaría decirme
son vuestras voces
quien me devuelven mi cuerpo

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