Poetry
“Poems don’t last as objects, but as presences. When you read something worth remembering, you release a human voice: you return a kindred spirit to the world. I read poems to hear that voice. I write to speak to those I have listened to.”
–Louise Glück
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Soft Days
The landscape is still there, quiet, patient, while life begins to grow again in the corners where you are no longer.
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Glasses and Promises
I want to lose myself in your eyes like in streets without a map, drink your laughter like the oldest wine.
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Today I Woke Up
I woke up wanting to go to the movies, but I remembered there aren’t any left. I also woke up wanting to read a book, but they stopped printing them long ago. Today I woke up wanting to know the news, but I remembered everything always gets worse.
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Resurrection
In a living Stations of the Cross, I walk. I carry the cross of my decisions: for choosing to live life like a Shakespearean play, for choosing to render it into poetry on this page.
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I Hope You’re Proud
The kind of piercing memory that arrives when you doubt yourself. Like the feeling of leaving home and sensing that something is missing. Like forgetting the last item on the grocery list.
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Your Name
I don’t like your name. I never have. But your name was carried by someone I always loved.
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Edge
Respirar, una mañana blanca e intentar y sospechar y volver a intentar después de que el filo de todas las injusticias que se acumulan en tu sonrisa me hayan abierto de par en par en paralelo…
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Backlit
I think of you in empty cafes and broken lights, in melodies no one understands but we do.
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Uruapan
Your cry rose above the silence of the graves. It searched, in the deepest recesses of souls, for the will surrendered to fear.
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The Statues
Never had I seen such a beautiful statue so forgotten: “Reading contemporary novels, woman of oxidized copper.”
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Breathing in the Distance
I failed you unintentionally, with the blindness of someone who fears losing the only thing that gives them meaning. And in that clumsiness, learn to look inward, to find in me the peace I sought in your eyes.
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I Came
Your feelings for me disappeared so instantly that I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to hold your hand and never let go, which is perhaps why I asked you out for coffee that night, for the last time.
