teases a flip
the cover just thicc
enough

to avoid spillin over
to avoid watchin words
turn wave to wisp
a wind
writes
in the empty

a blanket
beneath 2 feet
2 peaches, 2 pairs of hands
touching
parts
it’s warm, winter gone summer not yet
come
we just sprung
young flames
sippin
slowly
like sap
& time
sometimes

usually
this heemyhorchata
feels like heartbreak
over martyrs made in the modern age
over innocence lost
over the baddie who rested on my shoulder
speaking poems
on BART
home,
it was
long ago…
over broken hearts
& mums who can’t celebrate

today,
under an older sunlight
your tattoos soaking it in
this slightly watered down cup…
it’s giving…
… recharge

& be remarkable