A card game

the table doesn't mind the tricks on its back,
like drinkers never minding the hour,
where have our manners gone?
I dealt the cards
without saving queen for kings
or jokers for endless laughter.
how hard, tell me would it be to let me
cheat.

Safe space

You do not know Saturn from Venus,
It is your problem, the case of differentiating
Rings and separation,  in light years
Because you know how the stars line up, unabashed
Spread against the night sky.

in the mornings I will realize
There are no silver linings  in your clouds
yet you still hope for a glow,
from outside, no one looks deep within

once you give me a clue,
when I run under thunder
Hide, you said between the rings of Mars
veil your self with the clouds of Saturn

I run instead to a tent built with blankets
behind a sofa smelling of leather, and old cologne
it smells like you when you come home from work, exhausted
it is safe in here, the safest spaces are always unused

Teach me how to be a feminist

You ask if I can teach you to think
in zigzag instead of dotted lines
there isn't much I can do to connect the dots
with words

words do not stitch everything
there are ends looser than letters
to sound, faster than speech
to fury

you ask again for me to teach you
to respect the woman I am
to go past the complimentary items
that come

with a woman. A touch like a breeze
docile, her eyes to the cracks in the pavement
her voice, tender like lilacs
too fragile

to break a woman doesn't need muscles
you should know better. To break a woman
you require patience and ignorance
that pave questions like these

how to be a feminist without losing my sex
without turning into an abjuration
for thought and for sharp tongues
defending the piling of kitchen dust

to be a feminist, I tell you, read the way
a woman curves into being
like an answer to a question
she never asked

like the world belongs to her
as it crumples into baby biscuit
for her son and daughter, to read a woman
 like a tree she clips the old to launch her branches
live and let live
 kiss her soul, once in a while
every woman needs just that,
before the questions begin again.

Casanova's child

Three quarters gold,

one quarter a woman's perfume 

wafting of jasmine, of alcohol and pure sweat 

Casanova's child is made of gold and space, 

a woman's spice, and a regrettable shot of whiskey with ice. 

Graceless

The jeans hang on the roof, kissing the sun
but the sky is white and calm, you object
graceless, wishing for summer inside
the droplets of the rain, hazing into their mothers belly
wetting creatures, humans with dirt on their heads
and possibly your crisp dry jeans, facing the wrath
of the angels, or everyone else.

No one Controls the weather

When i returned there was a man
In a light brown blazer, looking
For the boy he left next to my fountain,
one July, a few leaves down the roads
And i must confess that i looked too, for you

The shades are gone, the effeminante rants,
and the tuft of your cologne mixed with the sunset
There was a glare of jasmine
wafting with shisha
there was a woman sailing onto land

All is possible with a free imagination,
The indignation and departures
You have left the elements and made your own
Stroms for breakfast and fires for dinner
and calm, like land and water
Marrying, never intermixing

Maybe what you put on fits easier
than what you shed
Maybe i can explain the cigarette and justify the wine
But cant forogo, the weight of July's nights on my chest
Too much shedding doesn't heal new skin

too many men suffocate by words, like you,
tenderness is at the back of the hand
squeeze it dry, knead it
Maybe it will spare the generation of worry
The parades of soft skins

Must I see what you've become
Since I left you to be? Maybe cruel,
maybe vain. Maybe not merited for the change
No one controls the weather
But the words flow.

Glass n water

You cannot tell theres glass at the surface of water
Both clear, sharp and cold with potential
A news of a death, at dawn.