Monday, March 23, 2009

two more and that's it.

la noche que paso

I waited for you
until one in the morning
to hear the sound of your bike
on my steps

No one watching but the stars
and you
at your house
smiling at blonde girls
with blue eyes.

lessons in spanish

I should’ve learned the first time
she says, hands burned so black
they smell of meat
that every time a man says come here
it is to brand you,
and she never touched a fire after that.


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