By Paloma Joy Díaz-Minshew
a stranger’s name written in my blood
stranger’s name written in my blood, a
name written in my blood, a stranger’s
written in my blood, a stranger’s name
in my blood, a stranger’s name written
my blood, a stranger’s name written in
Blood, a stranger’s name written in mine
a stranger’s name, written in my blood
two strangers -that’s what we’ve become
family reunion in an old coffee shop
What’s your favorite color? I forgot—
I forgot.
I used to keep your face in a locket
but the picture fell out, I didn’t use the right glue
packed dust under my nails to find that sliver of you
kneeled on rocky ground but could not get it back
all I had was a heart-shaped hole shaped like tú
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