can i kiss you? when we were little that made it all better there’s so much i want to make better i…
I’ve seen you five times now(or six, or seven),my eyes catching on your silt-coloured hairhanging three years longerthan it used to, a…
Thick fog, hanging in the air like a bleak curtain. Remembering, picturing blurry silhouettes standing three feet away. Days like this are…
your eyes protest | it shouldn’t be this dark when you wake up | turn the lights on | pack umbrellas, tickets…
I remember a straight tarred line piercing this dry and arid land, there was a single powerline to the left of me…
The curve of a droplet reminds me of your lips. I then think to the light refracting through a summer rain, To…
There are days I kiss my boulder and leave bloody prints of my love on it. The boulder is rough, but my…
the sky’s the colour of canned salmon when i see that you’ve posted a poem for the first time since our last…
Translations to best understand the poem: Diarios = newspapers Revistas = magazines Boliches = little kiosks that sell food the airport kiosk…
Oh my god, Forgive the blood on my hands, Forgive the blood on my lips. I am tainted—oh my god, I didn’t…
