Pensando en ti, dulces sueños.

something,
someone,
somewhere.

something,
someone,
somewhere.

something,
someone,
somewhere.

My spine just squinted 
and my eye is weak
I can't find peace 
in a form of speech.

Standing over a hot stove,
listening to Naima by Coltrane,
the heat hits my bare belly
as I make tea for poetry.

Still, you're near
Still, you call
The fears and sighs, 
I hear them all.

I'm a municipal and the mundane;
I try to keep weird, keep away from the same;
yet I haven't read an outline on how to pass youth.

And what's left behind
when each evening ends?
Roads to where we've been,
all your wishes…

something,
someone,
somewhere.