Month: April 2022

I’m in a winter daze.
There are only three days till Christmas.
The snow is pure
I am sure
You’re in a winter daze
There are only two days till Christmas
The fire is bright
And if I’m right
You’re in a winter daze
There is only one day till Christmas
Let’s not throw a fit
Because Old Saint Nick
Is in a winter daze.

And while your smile
Still reminds me that I am
Capable of inflicting pain
At such a distance

It comes together into a
Tear tracing down my cheek
Into our hearts beating (sos)
And my fist clutching the hem of your shirt

What more could I have crooned to you?
Your cool hand to my cheek
The flutter of our white curtains
A shared song under our breath
What else?

And while there is no boundary between
How you love and how you are loved
Is there no way to become myself again?

Once you are so dear in another’s heart,
Is there no escape?
I have found no such thing as escape.

(And since what) love you have
Shown (came from) your own fear (because)
My own fear (swallowed you whole)
(I cannot know) if you found it either.

And since I have no (right to your)
Response (how do I discover) my own
(or another’s)

¿Hola, como estas?
knees on the couch
on a sunday afternoon

watch your sister bo, nine now
cross the cobbled street
glare glinting off the window

your mother, reading beside you
always a little surprised
by your excitement.

bo and elise, nearly adults
allowed to walk on their own
to the bakery after a spanish lesson.

what you would do to be like them.
later, you beg your mother
for the same lessons.

they bring you a pastry
In a small paper bag
With a pink face and hooves,

and a small curly tail.
the taste of marzipan
is the taste of childhood.

My hearing muffled,
My vision blurred,
I shut out the world,
As if I’m in a new universe.
I let the water carry my weightless body,
And I could care less where I go.
I’ve escaped,
I feel like a different person.

As I enjoy my few seconds of absolute peace,
A small ache buried underneath my ribs starts to grow.
It’s battling inside of me,
Hitting my lungs,
Getting stronger with every punch.
Growing, It consumes me,
Reminding me I can’t stay here forever.

I’ve come to my senses;
This haven can kill me.
Why can’t I stay?
I start to move arms and legs quickly,
Trying to reach the surface.
As it starts to feel like my body is about to give in,
I break through.
I gasp for air
The pain is gone.
The noises of the outdoors fill my ears.
I’m back to reality.
I’m back.

I stand in front of the apartment after a long airplane fight
I have waited so long to be here again
With the cute kitchen and the bedrooms with tiny beds

But most of all the living room,
I love the smell of the paintings,
And how her collection of sorts sits on the coffee table
With a flower patterned sofa right next to it
The curtains block the window

She stands right next to it everyday
Looking through the window
Watching all the cars and bikes go by

She seems so tall compared to the sofa
I can barely even look out the window
But soon I’ll be taller than her
Next time I visit, I’ll be so tall she won’t even recognize me

Who knew I would have to wait so long
I still wait to this day
The place I look forward to visiting is empty
The place looks the same, but she’s not there
Not right by the window, watching the cars go by
She’s not standing right next to the couch
Or walking by her coffee table

Who knew a pandemic would come
Who knew it would keep us apart
Apart until it was too late
To say good bye.

A baby in a crib
With only one dirty bib

Living with his mother
And with his grandmother

They’re moving around sluggish
The room feeling muggish

Hungry baby in a crib
Only getting a bite or a nibble

A baby crying
The mother hitting

Alone in the apartment
Food not in the compartment

Mother taking drugs
Shes feeling smug

Gone again and left alone
Another of the baby’s groan

Taken by the government to be protected
A Baby finally being respected

Taken in by a family that is the best
I am no guest

Finally happy at last
All of that is in the past

The sun shone through the leaves of a tree,
leaving little paper cutouts of light scattered across the ground.
A small cat, silent as the clouds,
Was the only movement in the forest.
The splotches of light climbed slowly onto the cats back,
And fell back to the ground,
As the cat silently weaved its way in and out the gaps between the trees.
Never stopping in one spot,
always searching
For a place unknown.

You are my frenemy
My enemy
My friend
Until the day end
We poke and prod
We talk a lot
You are my frenemy
We gossip
We scream
It’s a nightmare
It’s a dream
You are my frenemy
We laugh
We cry
Then say goodbye
You are my frenemy
We have good days and bad ones
We have light and dark
We are nothing apart
You are a friend to me

El avión de papel

Ese avión de papel,
Que vuela encima de mi,
de ella y de él

Ese avión de papel,
con innumerable
garabatos de pincel

Dentro, tantas historias
y sentimientos
Un mundo de creatividad con el

Que nos lanzamos al mundo

_____________

Paper Airplane

This paper airplane
That flies over me
Over her, over him

This paper airplane
With countless
Scribbles made in pencil

Inside, so many stories
And feelings
A world of creativity with which

We launch ourselves to the world