Egg Moon

I’m not naïve enough
to recite a definition of paradise
But one day all of you
will breathe next to me
and we’ll look at the moon,
gasping together

It’s almost enough
at the entrance
of every memory
carried by every cell

In our current heaven
heavy and dusty,
we burn candles
for one another
and smile
and sigh

Cost Haiku

It’s practically free
Falling in love only costs
one big bag of hope

Day 19: I pray to the gods of sleep

I pray to the gods of sleep
Bash my skull in
Please
Make it riskless
for me to live

I am nothing but my mind
You are nameless
I’d rather choke
on my blood
than fail to honor you

Day 13: Standard Haiku

Yeah, kissing's real strange
Two friends getting stuck trying to
unblow a balloon

Day 12: Citrus

Brightly lit jewels weep phantoms
loved by the Moon
Tart affections are planted by stars
dripping and mysterious, enchanted by secrets entombed

The smooth, spherical skin of potential energy
is salty and falls into the heart,
next to pink lungs that write in laughter
Not quite viridian: this verve is a jolt

Gifts of science and fate choose carefully
There are granules of salt encrusted
Bitter hesitations are avoided
They do not match the kind greens

Jewels carried under the Moon
accent truths unspoken, sitting quietly, yellowed
They are bound together, balanced
All the silences are perfect

Day 11: Hamlet Ditty

Ghosts pour out of your ears
Old, meddling men live in the walls
Oedipus laughs at your conscience, coward

Fair, juicy maidens leave woe to the living
while old friends come to volley words
and villains smile and smile

To be and to not be seem the same
when you spend your days
whining in an empty castle

Day 10: Anguish

Follow me no more
Stop absorbing
my twisted bones’ marrow
Stop setting
your unfathomable eyes on mine
as you rest against my breast
Stop stealing
my breath
Stop drawing
your portrait in my mind
Stop exchanging
bouquets of funereal crowns
Stop waiting for me
at corners, in mirrors, photographs,
poems, clouds, shadows, dreams

Somersault your heart, inject it with the light
in between the yellow-green leaves
Don’t fool yourself
The world grows and shrinks
with the rise and fall of your breast
With your gait, you change the rhythm
with which the snakes under your feet slide
The sun warms you the same as corn, ivy,
honeysuckle, chives, lilies, maguey.

**original poem "Angustia" by Rachel Thorson Hernandez, translated to English

Day 9: Cenote

Let me be what I am
Emerald cenote
filled with pulp
blessed by blood
from gods who fell asleep
and haven’t awoken

Cursed, reflecting pool
Sanctuary for all senses
Use my minerals to get strong
In this sea of sprites,
we mortals must be
each other’s saviors

Green cenote
I am your immaculate silence
Blind fish grow up
blessed by emerald reflections
I know how to make life grow
and stay still

Day 8: The Most Intimate Poem I've Ever Written

I like steaming my floor
I get to be as angry as I want
That ruby floor keeps
my mysteries slick
Held tongues and
quiet talkdowns
Tantrums: Straight,
Even,
Polite
Back-and-forths
All day long
It’s done the way I want
every time
Just a low hummmMMM
My patience sanitized
I yell without guilt
Wrath keeps my feet clean

Day 7: Making Out Poem

Hairless primates dance
in clothes with sexy thumbs

Sucking face, Some base
Tongues risk it for the nerves

Preposterous bipedal mammals
Rituals make them quiver

Day 6: Romeo & Juliet Ditty

Capulet/Montague tongues touching
I bite my thumb at all of you

Those crossed stars got it twisted
and there are heads filled with mercury

Repenting lovers, Fates’ sufferers
Sucking at love inside a tomb

I do bite my thumb at you
The folly of youth is bliss

Day 5: Aureliano

There are many kinds of happiness
and also, only one

It is you
I revolve around you

If I am to be controlled
then let it always only be
by love

Day 4: Witchmonth

Laughing at shadows
Vanishing the sunlight
I’ve lost myself in you
so many times

All the eulogies for pasts
that ended as mirages
Swindling labyrinths that
cannot not be retraced

Things are not yet neon
but it’s no longer quite so polite
That trickster wind was here
the year before as well

This is the rejuvenation
Confusion lingers in pastel
and I am mocked by the speeds
of the wind

Luminous eulogies pop up, grinning
The last three were never read
and sunlight doesn’t recall
what it’s like to be desired

I’ve lost myself again, of course
but inside fresh mazes
Leaving past grief to be eaten up
and return with the strange winds

Day 3: Sixth Sense

This is the sixth sense

And I am an oracle
And this
is where my heart lives

I will speak in tongues
on the side of a cliff

I am skinned

Skinned and stretched
and speaking in tongues

This is the sixth sense
More than fate or lust

My heart is
Here

Day 2: Parts of conversations with

Tell me about
the ones you think of every day
Without trying, without
wanting to

Where do those ghosts
think they will live
when you die

They will live in caves! In the dark!

How much can you squeeze
out of a bone
The remedy for nostalgia is




I’m tricking you; of course I don’t know
who killed you

And those I think of
are not lost yet

Tell me
how your treasures
get to their nest
in the end

Day 1: Lovers' Quarrels

I’m selling lovers’ quarrels
Two for Five!

I didn’t add much spice or sugar
None of you can stomach anything anymore

Don’t complain to me,
You all look like Walt Whitman

I think the cause might be good
At least, that’s what I told myself

The price is fair for everyone
to buy just one