You can finish my sentences.
This is sweet and
It means you also know
which strings to pull
to activate
my weaknesses.

I never saw it coming.
Such a silent unassuming assassin.
Floating in on
venom-tipped feathers
to pleasantly paralyze
my depleted defenses.

But I’m no fool.
And I’m a better poet than you.
So I’m off to write better sentences
that you
could never complete.



I think of the darkest places I have been
and I know
this is not that
this is not black

it is blue
it is a billion translucent saltwater drops
absorbing all the fiery pain of long wavelengths
and reflecting back the bright chill of short-lived sapphires

not darkness
but blinding light.

Amor en Pedazos

Yo me entregué a ti
Tú a mi
en pedazos.

Porque te gustaría creer
que la vida es así,
un momento fugaz tras otro,
negando el hilo que los une.

Porque no quieres ver
la pena
tejido en el mismo textil
que la alegría.

Quieres separarlos
cerrar los ojos
y alejarte de las agujas
que te sujetan
a la tierra
al tiempo
a ti mismo
y a los demás.

En algunos momentos,
a mí también se me ocurre.
Pero ya sé que es imposible.

El ciego aún deja huellas
aunque no las vea.


For the most part, I’m ok.
But then

a silence will settle and
an ache
will radiate
from the center of my ribcage

twisting lungs & larynx into suffocating lumps
curdling memories along the sour synaptic connection
     between digestive and cerebral systems
detonating dormant tear ducts

and surfacing
like a hundred subtle stab wounds
on my desolate skin.