For [us], then, poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action. Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought.
— Audre Lorde
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While I continue to work on my first poetry collection, you can find a featured poem of mine below, which I'll update every so often.
You can also check out the occasional piece of visual poetry on my Instagram!

 

 

featured poem: eve y la piña

 

that summer everything was yellow:

 

the fruit & the sun & the cotton

shirt on my back,

everything expanding universes

like water in my hand.

 

my tía’s garden stones

were smooth, her knife sharp,

my plate full.

every day, the pineapple

would cut my tongue,

sear the roof of my mouth,

beg me not to give up

on it. to taste how sweet

a thing could be

underneath such prickly skin.

 

this was how

in my fifth year

i learned to burst open.

my mouth on fire, the sky

barely able to contain me—

the way i ran

beneath it,

chasing mud & mangú

& these dreams

 

of a homeland

that would never be mine,

a body

already taken

from me.

 

two foreign lands

too much

& not enough

 

i spent that month without my mother.

when she joined me

in the wild heat

she seemed disappointed

by who i had become.

 

oh, to be the apple of the eye

of the storm—

such sinful fruit.

such sunkissed chaos.

 

all summers

will be the ghostchildren

of that summer.

its smell has burrowed itself underneath

my fingernails, sits deep

in the crevices

of my knuckles

 

& when i curl myself closed,

the stinging of my fists

is a reminder

to take the honeyed

berry with its thorns.

to be them both.

to endure.

 

j.f.t.