Good girl

Having memories of something that has never existed

Like the domesticated wild animal
Who doesn’t remember being scared



And yet every treat

Every piece of food 

Brings the possibility to be the last one

Fear and joy 

The animal instinct of survival 

The contented tail

Swiping the floor with happiness

Asking for more
And just like that 

I have found my body

Numb and bruised out of love 

Afraid of being left 

My cunt would whisper his name

Even when he was still inside me

The dusk came to see me gasping

Grabbing his hips

Famished hands

My avid thighs 

Would wrap him tightly 

Never satisfied 

Forever pleading

I would flatten my ears

Curl my tail over my back

And crawl back again to bed

Good girl



This bones

Covered with tremulous flesh

Yelling so many names

Crawling the floors

Breaking the glasses against the walls

So many houses and souls 

And yet I learnt nothing

Each day weighs like a mountain stone

In the mornings I laughed and cried 

I pissed and fucked

I ate and I fed 

I fatten my thighs 

Bacon and eggs

I listened to my mother 

Forcing me to finish breakfast

To hurry 

Running to school

Always late 

Shuffling my feet to the slaughterhouse 

Wasting time

Smoking at 8:30 with my friend

Giving head behind a bush at 14:30 

After school

Before returning home for lunch

Sundays at church

Kneeling down in front of a plastic God

Counting the tears of the old ladies 

The rancid smell of saliva around their tights lips

Pressing against them a crucifix 

Unable now to smile

My first morning alone

Far from home

The beds of all my lovers

Sheets whiter than the pall

Covering the coffins of our unborn sons

Reading under the duvets until 6 am

The loyal lantern

The days of feverish dreams

Coughing my lungs out

The days of shouting invisible names

Mornings with my siblings to combat the fear 

With my parents to fight the innocent aversion of loneliness

Waking up by their side 

Kindness granted 

Love delivered 

All the mornings I have lived 

And I have learnt nothing

I wake up by your side

And all I can do is thinking about all the mornings

I will wake up without you 

The motorcycle boy reigns

He kept the ocean inside a tumbler

Soda pop bubbles

Trying to reach the surface


Effervescence whiteness

I told him many nights

Our thirst will linger

In the wettest dessert

Chapped lips

The blood we ever shared

Now tints the fountains

I found you

With your race half way traveled

And I poured

Gallons of gasoline

My heavy traveler

I took away your burden

And crushed it with my thighs

Motorcycle boy

Keep on riding

Would you be my Huckleberry?


is a beautiful word. A word to be whispered or laughed out of your mouth. 

It is a word to be kissed, near the ear, over the sensual and funny earlobe.

is a pillow and a comfortable bed. It’s an armchair embracing us and protecting us from the cruelty of the night.

Often I cover my face with my pillow and I dream (awake) that I’m drifting down the Mississippi.

‘Hey, Huckleberry! Play with me. Be my friend.’
I’m wearing a yellow dress, it makes me feel fresh, my fingers smell like lemons, and mosquitoes cannot reach me.

I will be his friend forever.

I’m Huckleberrying my problems away, which means that I will just lie here listening to music and daydreaming about you, my friend, drinking the lemonade freshly squeezed with my bare hands 

Yakima River

Recuerdas bañarte en aquellas heladas aguas

Mientras el sol prometía todas las calumnias que dijimos a nuestros padres

Domingos de boda y pasteles

Hijos de ojos azules

Sanos y fuertes

Como el agua bajo tus pies

Vimos al oso Jesse llevarse la promesa del verano tras él

Viejo aliado del invierno

Llevó su cuerpo cansado cerca del río donde dijo adiós

Ahora son huesos

Enormes pilares bajo las ramas quebradas

Me pondrás su colmillo alrededor del cuello

La gloria de aquél verano
 que nos creímos americanos

Hijos del crisol de razas

De caminos
. De la carretera cercada por pinos

La nación encima de la colina

Que nos mira con sus ojos de guardián

Fuimos vástagos del tiempo
 que se detuvo entre nosotros

Lo que el agua hacía con tu pelo

Quizás no supe entender

Pero me dejé caer sin recelo

Porque fueron tus brazos

Ramas que sujetaron mi cuerpo

De la corriente que acariciaba

Y rompía 

La boca del río me besó 

Nos dejamos ir
 en un desfile de orgullo

Porque éramos lo que siempre ansiamos ser

Caminantes pasajeros

Ni conquistamos ni perdimos 

Nuestros hijos bajaron el río 

Desembocadura de mis muslos trémulos

Y allí siguen

Con sus ojos oscuros


Creciendo como las flores
 en la primavera fugaz

Que el oso lleva en sus andares

Poema #2

Esa voz cazallera casi extranjera a mis oídos

Las sibilantes palabras de amor

Salían de sus mojados labios como balas 

Escopetas de doble cañón 

Desprecio y atracción

En las orillas de sus ojos se cercaba el mar de sus iris

Desbordantes en fuego 

Pestañas que oxean las moscas de la muerte

Con valentía y curiosidad 

Arrugas de arena ardiente

Las rocosas de sus pómulos 

Quemadas por el sol del Colorado

Lunares y manchas

Mapas rasgados por mis dedos

Clavos de uñas en su espalda 

La cruz que pedí llevar

De rodillas ante su columna de mármol dorado

Que debes besar para poder acceder

A esa pequeña muerte

Verlo temblar si quiera

Un dios de bolsillo

Cuyas condenas no podía escuchar

Mandamientos silenciados por sus férreas rodillas

Los muslos que susurraban en mis orejas



Mis rezos callados 


El camino se hizo angosto

El dios cayó en sigilo

El tumulto de su pelo

Los clavos 

Apriétalos dijo

Y nos clavamos en la misma madera 

Los dos en aquella noche de penitencia

Para que ninguno pudiese huir


You used to greet me 

Whenever we met

With an evohé Angelita

For my birthday you were always the one with the best message

The best sex 

The best despair we loved to share

You knew about Greece and Morocco

You told me you kissed a boy

Holding tight his Corinthian column

You knew so much

About everything

Anything seemed small comparing to you

Even grocery shopping was exhilarating 

The summer came always too late

I remember you 

Buying cheap chocolate

Putting a piece of it into your mouth

Letting your hot saliva melting it

Then kissing me

So sweet it gave me a toothache

You stood there in bed by my side

Holding me so tight

Telling me about snails making love

Their sexual apparatus

Stories of cephalopoda 

You promised you would never leave me

Because you knew how much I love a good lie

And you stood there 

And when I woke up the pain was gone

And so were you

And I followed the trace 

All over the sheets

Of that chocolate poured out of your mouth

It was summer and I had to change the sheets

To keep the ants away