walking through the sunlit hallway
i feel a brush of fingertips on my skin
a simple caress

i do not see the entity
quizas
they are just passing through, too

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palpitations

what is the chemistry amongst pain and the body?

bombings, guns, another black man was shot down on the block today

irreverence

of the sanctity for the human soul

this airport doesn't have any fucking

clocks


do clocks make sense of time

or does the clock create the existence of time?

clocks


counting back the hours

the days on my fingertips

my right hand gives, my left hand receives.


the breeze

each leaf connected to the host

waving back at me

(hello)


if each entity

is designed with a purpose

(the pools of water that collect

at the root

the insect homes

in the groove of the bark)

then what purpose

is mine?

what can my body functions as?

shelter, too?


water droplets

gliding down (the bark)

a tongue, too (on the skin),

warmth, intimacy

desire.


Saw a white woman today in Berlin

her shirt read, "REFUGEES WELCOME HERE."

rosas

back pressure, lung pressure, heart pressure

i severed innumerable roses today from the vines of my grandmother.

i rubbed their smooth, silky petals across my lips.

i cut frames between the red of the gazed object, the pink of your skin

the colors that eyelids are when craned towards the sun

little red veins

blood

la otra voz en mi mente

I find pieces of my mother
all around me

I stare down at my fingertips, there she is.
The oval curve at the tip,
the brown creases on my finger
like the ocean mountaintop we stood upon today.

I realized (for perhaps the second time)
that the songs people unconsciously sing
are the words to pay most attention to.

My mother sang, "stay a little longer... stay a little longer...
stay a little longer."

unmasked, i could
feel your vulnerability,
I rediscovered presence here with you.

nostalgia

nostalgia tears through me (suddenly)

like a muscle screaming open

revisiting

the tissue

my present state of mind

slipping

sucks me in

sinking now

--

stashed it away in boxes, 

stomped out fantasy

--

swimming up, i see

sun glistening in the water

respiro, and my body intersects the sun rays

and the break of el agua.

levanto mis manos,

solcito

salt-water

redemption

lágrimas