Where are you, my sweet wayward son?

I could have been a good mother

But instead

I covered every cock

That came closer enough to me

Turned them into plastic gods

So between us would be an invisible crystal

That kept me from creating little copies of me

For I am afraid enough to see them

Follow my steps

And tiptoe their way to failure

Like mother like daughter scribbled in their graves

But I could have been a good mother

For my love never ceases

But so does my misery


Everybody’s baby

Let me conciliate my looks

To become more


More agreeable

Let me mow the lawn in my legs

I don’t want my facial hair to scare you

To remind you that I am

A man too

And you a woman

An animal

Beasts hiding behind a cheap door

Painted twice in red

As if we were displaying the blood from

Our enemies

All gone by now

But you insisted

It is better if the dress belongs to you

Let Jesus save you now that it’s not too late

But the strap-on gained our hearts by pleasing acts

The moment I saw it inside your closet

I uncaged your colorful bird

And I swear

I saw butterflies flying above the ceiling of your room

The moment I made you cry while holding your cock

You spat

In my face like the fresh rain falling slowly down a hot and dirty windshield

I said more

Choking each other as children play

Wrestling in the kitchen like a chicken

without a head

I knew the moment you took me to your apartment

For I saw the devil waiting outside your door

What I didn’t know was that he entered behind me

And never went away

Black coffee

I saw my eyes

at the bottom of the eternal

white porcelain cup

And I thought

who is she?

Drowned in reheated black coffee

With too much sugar

Enough to cover

with a sticky patina

the bottom of everything

Like the mud that hides under a dying river when summer never ends

Her eyes look

too tired

too hungry

I drank again to see if she had died

Finally the black is gone

And with it the whole thrill of life

There’s nothing now but fake sweetness

And a cold surface

And even though

she keeps surviving


Me desenterró de todo lo que habitaba

Sobre mi lecho que había sido




Sin preguntar si quiera

Entendiendo mi ilusoria humillación

Mi inexistente arrepentimiento

Un recordatorio para aquél que solo ve la suciedad

Sobre mi tierra

Siempre Mojada

Una advertencia de mis errores

Sin saber que del estiércol que fue derramado sobre mí

Nacieron mis flores

The end of the 20th century

It was supper time

Ordered a pizza that appeared at my door in 20 minutes as promised

The cheese inundating the brown box

I looked at it fondly

The guy was good-looking

Called me honey after I tipped him

A cute hypocrite

I went to the living room and watched TV

The minutes went away like autumn leaves

Before heading to the shower

I looked at the coffee table

And realized there was half of pizza standing there

I had left it for you

I skipped the shower because I missed you

Modern Love 

He kisses me with hatred
So his lower jaw is more prominent 

And his tongue sticks out like the tongue of the devil 

He kisses me as if he was hammering

Some cheap but difficult IKEA furniture

And he had lost the user’s guide 

And he can only find one of the two missing screws