Tricks

I been learning to sit with myselfthe way you sit with the last lightright before the sky decideswhether it wants to turn purple or just go dark. I used to…

Puerto Rico feels cursed to me now.Like the island swallowed the life I builtand spit me out empty.Jackie left me there —not just left me,abandoned me like trash on the…

last night i walked through the city of my skullstreets made of wet concrete and cigarette smokemy feet didn’t touch the ground,my lungs didn’t need airbut i still felt the…

Leaving me was the best thing she ever taught me.Not in the way a teacher marks your paper in red ink,but in the way a storm teaches you which walls…