i remember jackie

i remember jackie’s hair, thick and black, salt-wet from the sea,the way it clung to her neck when we’d walk the cracked streets of viejo san juan,our chocolate lab’s nails…

Ride-or-die

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…