One half flan. One half biscocho chocolate (con un chin de café) Always burning your tongue Always hotter than expected Always creamier than perfected Always waiting for you With the sweetest sensual scents of a Puerto Rican bakery This Aries tastes like the darkest cherry on top of a piña colada Melted into mango butter on a turquoise beach Feeding you peaches with African jazz whistling white noise Toys wrapped in a nutmeg hazelnut hammock Above a graham cracker of raspberry rosemary cheesecake Toes deep in snickerdoodle sand.

I am on my crooked knees Slapped by the bittersweet sea Of a scar that feels way too familiar I am on the wounded healer A buffoon’d drug dealer with murky medicine that won’t patch Up these marks like we want them to. Tell me After poetry Do you still feel like this is all a dream? Like you a fucking feen? Is self-sabotaging nearly as seductive as me?

I finally look this mother fucker in the eye For the very first time in weeks Only to explicitly see this explosive rage was never even about him His suicide threats and my “I wish a bitch would”’s were just a tragic song And dance to a louder cry for help…

Una morenita born to a pale white mother who swears she’s just a few shades lighter, who swears she will always be brighter. My mother is what we call un come mierlda willing to eat shit, willing to be proud of it, willing to throw it in my face. My…

So do not ask me to seek comfort in something that has deserted thee. …

We wake up to the same shit we once refused to sit with. Except this time we do not go back to old ways of dealing old ways of healing old ways of leaving. Whatever it takes, distance, space, massaged heartbreak, corrected mistakes, a warm embrace. For our sake, for…

The all knowing and the seed still growing. A razor for a mouth spews “FUCK YOU and that God you pray to” if you care being the fool who begs us to worship like you.The …

[A poem for Mami on her birthday, Jan 7, 2021] At the core root of every wise wicked warrior woman is the sacrificial entity that helped sharpen her knives and sculpt her wings.Know you carry this disguise until the day you die. …

Brand fucking new. Like, fresh out the salon sweating all over my boo. Like, we real stupid smacked off that honey wax. Like, kiki-ing with my demons never been sweeter to this delicious demeanor.Like, someone been taking up all the space she said she should. Like, she snatched should out her vocabulary. Like, rules were meant to be stolen, broken, and made a silly token out of. Like, bien puta y bien bellaca.