Maybe I want you to look for me on your bicycle that becomes a comet if we want, to ride through that place in the world where the streets are named after planets; thirty steps north to get to Mars; the solar system was never so big to pedal it together; how do we get to Jupiter if we are...

Pedro bought a camera, he paints all the time with light. Pedro, says Jimena, you're playing Van Gogh. Sometimes, when he doesn't realize it, Pedro takes pictures of Jimena. You're too much Pedro, says Jimena. Pedro clicks. Jimena kisses him. Photo: ding ren monicamonicI forgot to exist.

Twelfth day of the fifth day of the year two thousand and eighteen, at twenty-three minutes past ten; today is Saturday, half a million babies and I was born on Saturday, but that's not what I meant, I really meant that if we could measure ourselves through time and space and draw a line between the planets,...

Here on my wall I realize that I miss you. And even if I don't talk to you, I think of you. And I realize that I want to stay with you. To share with you my questions my silences my knees my poems. Everything, without resistance. To fill myself with you and with us. To return to that life that once was more yours than...

If I let you hurt me it was because I didn't want anyone else to. You left me destroyed and alone and resentful. And it hurt. I swear it hurt. It hurt every word that wasn't yours. It was a physical pain a cumulative pain. And tears. A lot of tears. But I remembered that the one thing you had taught me well...

Sliding down your ribs, I count them one by one. Photography: Dani Hensen monicamonicI forgot to exist.

I look for you I see you I (per)follow you I reach you I kiss you I get lost I stay I hide in your hollows end Photography: Dani Hensen monicamonicase I forgot I exist

jet black jet black oil black empty black empty black graphite black punk black punk black ash black the infinite eyes fixed without pupils that reflect and look at me and do not quite understand my face is not the one from before the one that looks at you from the mirror the one that knows that behind those heavy eyelids closed tired there is...