Don't wake us up when tomorrow arrives, we'd rather be dreamers

sábado, 21 de junio de 2014


I am so alone
and so in love,
but sometimes
I can't figure out if
with someone
or with tragedy

And, at the same time
I don't think
it makes much difference
at all

lunes, 16 de junio de 2014

Me pregunto
si algún día podré
reunir las palabras
que llenen
el espacio entre mis dedos

domingo, 8 de junio de 2014

My fingertips touch only lint

I would have kept you 
in my pocket
and fed you incomplete poems
scribbled down on stained paper napkins 

I would have shared with you
inconspicuous little treasures
a dime, a candy, a pamphlet,
and granted you the task of guarding them
within the dim depths of fabric

But the thing is
you are not something 
to be carried around
like a forgotten pair of socks
in a backpack;
you would have never approved
such liberty

And no pocket
is big enough for you,

sábado, 7 de junio de 2014