(You) Sublime and calm, pecking and cooing at the unseen side of my brain. A breathless hug pinning my body to the floor asking me to come hard and let go this time; sometimes it´s on the floor sometimes it´s on the bed sometimes it´s in a book of poetry.
I hope and dread but secretly wait for you to tickle me with your soft syllables
to pull down my arms and massage my lungs until they fall on top of my broken heart,
You need to worry about getting into a good school, so you can find a good job, so you can be successful, so people will like you, so you can be happy"
in an auditorium with two adolescent bloody knees stinging from the car exhaust from the street in a neighborhood unknown to a boy just getting over the fear of taking a bus to an unfamiliar part of town in a gritty part of the city. A pretty Latina girl adivises with a smile to not pick up the pennies thrown at him on the bus stop when in an unfamiliar part of town trying to...