Poems

As a child, you just live. Waking up every morning to banda and mariachi You take pride in what you sing, and the gritos you make You...

An itch in the back of my throat Oh, to flip my skin inside out But, no, a pill is in my mouth, afloat I can swallow it, I thought with...

tw: suicide

You used to hold up my hair A soft blue, you were I intentionally left you on the door knob I felt that if I left you there, my childhood...

This is for my friend. Just. A. Friend. It’s ironic, really Whenever I mention you to a friend they always question our relationship...