I can't sleep without you.
A low hum of dread—how will I manage,
how to live without the mercury's allegory:
two silvers becoming a single pulse
in the thin glass vein of a thermometer,
marking a schoolyard fever,
now dashed and scattered.
What haunts me are my sighs,
and this raw, absolute wanting
for you to leave a slow, planetary weight
growing inside me—
a private orbit,
a new center of gravity.
Photography by Cristóbal Coello Robles // Dev/Scan at Bengala
I was born in Guadalajara, but I’ve lived in the country’s three largest cities. I’ve devoted almost my entire life to art, and in my work I reclaim childhood through creativity.