It would be a voyage, she said

The destination: a more genuine, examined, less fragmented, version of myself

Where does the mind disappear to when bad news strikes us?

Crush lavender seeds in your fingers, and then, eyes closed, take a deep breath into your hands

You press your warm body onto me

I am still half asleep

My body too desires you, but not yet

You will keep forgetting what day of the week it is.

But you will rejoice with the warmth of spring sunshine on your face

Mirar el río hasta devenir río

¿Acaso no estamos hechos de agua?

Hoy vi a la viejita que llevo adentro

Determinada, atrevida se asomó sin escrúpulos

Yo, potra zaina, tan amante de mi libertad como del encierro de tu abrazo

Con cada inhalación me vuelvo más agua, menos carne, menos hueso

When I’m by her side, I slip back into my 7-year old me

Melba became a pampered toddler; mothered by plenty, mothered by none

I remember Cocofina of the world

Her back turned to the bedroom’s window

Eyes shut, chin up, taking deep breaths