bos que soledad

I dream of a liberated
Aztlan
Turquoise ripples of salt water
Take away the thirst
Dry the lakes with life less kisses
Red tinted sand washes
Seashells Seashells Seashells
Red
Red
Red
The color of womanhood
When its ready to let go
Water smoothed rocks Cut skin
Like broken bottles
Try to break it down
Break the silence
My lungs couldn’t hold anymore
Break the ties of a lonely sea self
Water down politics
Please for Pleasure
Lost in rocks in caves in
Spray lost in reflections
Of eyes that don’t blink back
That night I kissed you by the rocks
By the port
I wanted to get lost
In transit.

late nite writings

i try to sleep
in the middle of the night i wake up and type and delete and retype the same intentional words
and tomorrow diabetes will still give me another sleepless night.
another night of fresh air without relieve.
type the words that are not coming through.

i try to breathe the impossible

it is the tension in my fingers that keeps me awake
the tightness in my chest that makes me worry that my first love will die in prison its every time i close my eyes i wonder where i'm going.
its the empty stomach i try to feed love poems but love poems are not enough