words and shit

In the soft hush between tides, where the sand remembers better than we do, I sat tonight—barefoot, still, watching the ghost of you walk the shoreline. You weren’t really there,…

i’m from where the block talk backwhere the sidewalk remember your name even if the city don’tL tracks rattlin my thoughts loosesirens remixing my childhood every night learned numbers by…

He woke up with the coquí’s song stuck in his throat, tongue dry like sun-bleached coral, heart still marinating in the vinegar of her leaving. She left in a whirlwind—…

Sometimes it ain’t the leaving that hurts.It’s the quiet after.The empty chair at the table,the voicemail you don’t wanna delete’cause the sound of their laugh is all you got left.…