Because I feel…
And sometimes the feelings get
A little intense
Sometimes they overwhelm me
Shadowing the light
Darkness engulfing…
Don’t stand in brightness
Don’t say they are not real
You are not here
You’re not inside
My head explodes
But what do you know?
You see me…
Do you see me?
Really?
I don’t feel so
Baggage…
Yes baggage
It dangles from my buttocks
Urgently reaching gravity’s end
Full of past and present
Scars and secrets
But you’d rather not see
Why would anyone want to see?
Unless…
But it’s simpler to remain aloof
Bliss mixes with denial
Like whiskey and coconut water
Sweet and tasty…
Don’t need to know anymore
‘Cause all that dirt is just nasty
Girls aren’t supposed to smell
You must’ve imagined it
There’s just no way
Guess I should go back to
Pretending it never happened
Pour myself that whiskey
And mix it with the coconut water
So I won’t feel intensely
Or at least… not until tomorrow
Copyrights © 2014 Maricel Jiménez Peña
