hmu if you know what I mean by soledad con carne

hmu if u kno what i mean

poetry by soledad con carne

japanese peanuts are bought from bare feet running over sidewalks and a pepsi feels fancy after all these coca-cola days daydreaming in apartments while praying my kids have a picket fence future. That’s what I should want right? picket fences to cage my kids in, with a useless grass lawn for dogs to shit on.

with a useless grass lawn for dogs to shit on.

Ramones cuffing and holes in thrifted jackets mix with Sabritones that taste just right after poets and politics, party tricks in downtown while my heart rests in the valley,

filled by Phyllis Dillon, the air around us is a a flock of birds flowing through a puff of clouds on a Sunday morning

puffs of clouds guide a morning walk, clearing nightmares from restless thoughts:

Him on his back and I’m gliding through starlight He takes my hands presses them to my face, smothers my eyes and heart and brain I gently stand, walk, jog, run away

with a half-baked love

I shrink away from a touch that burns so hot it evaporates my skin burning, charring, this body I love and care for and all that’s left is bare bones smoldering to dust

I firmly stand walk, jog, run and run and run away

And he’s screaming, he’s crying, “what changed, what changed, what changed,”

I did.

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