I think I have partially given up on trying to do a poem a day. With the Passover and Easter holidays, my tutoring schedule has been amped up making my “day job” actually take my whole fucking day and full time mami’hood! I mean it’s nice to be able to pay bills and all pero pobre de mi poesia.

Minetras tanto:

No se que creer:
la textura de tu agradecimiento invisible
que sonaba como un adios
o
las lagrimas que se quedaron en nuestros ojos
despues del ultimo adios