Mamá takes us to a toro fight-
says we should learn more about our culture.
It’s a party of fried food and loud music
and naive children
A man falls, he doesn’t get back up.
And we learn more about our culture
I wonder what I’d be missing;
Had i chosen to be smarter
about the choices in my life
Had I known I’d miss this moment
would i do it all again?
Faces red and patchy-
Uneven makeup to cover it up
Blisters of an evening’s sun
I walk away from beady eyes
towards the street.
I pretend to be pale enough-
Like my untrained skin isn’t begging
A vampire gave me some sunscreen:
promised it’d help keep away the burning-
A fire mermaid told me about her dead chicken:
told me he was cremated-
A headless unicorn gave me some advice:
to value nothing but the cost-
A mindless friend told me she cared…
I told her wait until July
she just looked away
I continue to suffocate
Long after I’ve outrun a soulless sun
Burn under a questioning glance
Leathery skin tightens with the summer heat-
Pollen pollutes my insides like a parasite.
I hurt all over.
June is my month to grieve-
Walking around like my love still breathes
I’m suffocated by cut grass scent and
an inability to weep
eleven months out of the year.
Tonight I tell mamá I am sick-
she makes me tea
then shuts the door.