I go for walks like I did at age 6 6-year-olds don’t follow one path,  They don’t regulate themselves Or know when they’ll get…

can i kiss you? when we were little that made it all better there’s so much i want to make better i don’t want…

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 forgotten bowl…

Thick fog, hanging in the air like a bleak curtain. Remembering, picturing blurry silhouettes standing three feet away. Days like this are easiest, the…

your eyes protest | it shouldn’t be this dark when you wake up | turn the lights on | pack umbrellas, tickets and cameras…

I remember a straight tarred line piercing this dry and arid land, there was a single powerline to the left of me as I…

The curve of a droplet reminds me of your lips.  I then think to the light refracting through a summer rain, To the rainbows…

There are days I kiss my boulder and leave bloody prints of my love on it. The boulder is rough, but my lips are…

the sky’s the colour of canned salmon  when i see that you’ve posted a poem  for the first time since our last text exchange…

Translations to best understand the poem: Diarios = newspapers Revistas = magazines Boliches = little kiosks that sell food the airport kiosk has lied…