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Yesika Salgado

  • más o menos Perlahar citeretsidste år
    I asked the poems what they wanted of me and I could hardly hear their whispers.
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    this is a celebration of the turns that love takes. the good. the confusing. the bad. the beauty of knowing we can always do it again.
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    I was afraid of everything / except the poems / they’ve always been here
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    I preferred my pen and paper / my bare feet on concrete
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    the summers I wore my adolescence like a yoke / my heart as heavy as clay / love a dangling fruit I ached to eat / and you remained a little girl / laughing into a sky we call home / but know nothing of
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    I learned to forgive before I learned to speak
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    this is what I know of love
    the sweet mouthful
    a messy thing
    dissolving
    in my hands
    on my tongue
    filling everything
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    I say I want love
    but I know it’s not true
    when it comes,
    what will I do
    with this habit
    of asking for what
    I do not know how to keep?
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    I know love,
    I learned it somewhere else
    with no sun
    and the windows shut
    I am comfortable there
    I think
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    I am good at loving in dark places
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