headache

this. words on a screen. headache. cloudy skies. a Norse God. novacalamina. tiny figures of either floating behind your eyelids. tight stomach. your present absence. a funereal pyre for future playful imaginings. altar of masculinity. a single rivulet of blood streaming down your legs. desolation. de-solation. the end of solitude. of sunshine. of walks between bars. patched together, frayed. we once joked about your triumphal arrival, angel song, arc of triumph, welcome wreath. I'll remember you there, floating just above the land, making stories with your tightened strings.

goodbye

you came and filled the space. quite literally.
we played eighties songs.
(yes, i did know all the lyrics, and, yes, you laughed)
we discussed nuts. nuts!
i made your Facebook page.
you fixed my lights.
we summoned empanadas for bedtime.
and invented dulce de leche wraps.
we once watched Batman vs Superman.
all.
three.
hours.
i liked testing techniques on your endless back.

no, you were not the one for me...
but I'll miss you.

dream diary

ayer soñé contigo, y con mi amante, y con mi tío. soñé con alzheimer. con un restaurante bajo el cielo estrellado. soñé contigo y con tus ojos, tu pelo cayendo de lado en tu frente, tus labios. mi amante miraba de lejos, a su distancia sideral. soñé contigo y conmigo, en otro mundo. mi tío caminaba, lento, bajando despacio distancias intolerables. vos sostenías todos esos platos en el aire, y yo... sí. ayer, soñé contigo.

beauty

tracing the line of your spine, circular motions. fingertips sinking into you. muscles tighten and relax, under concentric circles. i. get. lost.

bodies

hide inside a nook. hide inside a pair of arms. feel the disappearing. the stream of words. feelings. two bodies imperfectly matched. beautiful colours. one hand resting on the back of a neck, alive. his? mine? whose? performance. a vibrating string attaching his eyes to yours, holding time. flow. this space. this time. its breadth and shape. the air between, the distance, particles of anti-matter. a moment, a duration. inhaled, held in, exhaled.

absence

some parts of this body have been asking after parts of that body. how are they? what can they be up to? when will we see them next? will they be happy to see us?

invention

if i were to invent a man for this girl, he would be tall, he would be present in the world, he would make things with his hands, he would listen carefully and measure his words, his actions would be explosive, his eyes would be like water on a lake, his mind would work double quicktime, and he would know how to pause, he would care about his body, and hers, he would make time for smoothing out the wrinkles, his hands would be nimble, he would use his powers for the good, he would hold her in the highest regard, his hair would be spiky, he would laugh at her jokes, his quirks would be spectacularly visible, he would give a fuck.

a-va-sa-llan-te

a-ve-lla-na
a-van-za-da
a-ven-tu-ra
a-vi-sa-da
a-ven-tón
a-ve-ni-da
a ve-ces
a-va-lan-cha

staged

one day i open the door to let him out and all the market holders - who have been secretly waiting for this - start cheering and clapping as he kisses me goodbye