This is how we choose to honor,
how we become devoted...

I'm sorry for disappointing you,
again. And how it's always that...

My cousin's pregnant during a pandemic.
We're the same age. We share the same first name...

You have no need to pull at my arms
and dangle carelessly the strings...

There came a time when injustice had been vast,
A massacre that was said to always last...

Crafty covetous canyons
can certainly correspond...

Those antique nights you chose to hoist
me onto your shoulders, stepping on...

If looks could kill then I'd hold
the key to resurrecting...

She plants sacred life
before voiceful buds...

Lick cinnamon and sugar off fingertips,
finish off the weak pot of coffee...

Please, bring me raindrops in your palm.
Glance at the jungle behind my eyes...

Whatever happened to
we can do it all...