Postcards to Willie Perdomo: November 29, 2008
1. Willie, baby, when Eloy showed me the wedding rings I broke out in tears. He had to get a doctor to calm me down. I was so innocent, didn’t even know why I followed him to Bolivia. 2. “Yo fui la mas callada de todas las que hicieron el viaje hasta tu Puerto.” The sky fell. Willie, write me a poem that will bring me back to life, papi . Be my distraction, or I am going to find a tall blue eyed angel with baker hands and lips like James Dean. 3. “A dormir se van ahora mis lagrimas por donde tu cruzaste mi verso.” Negro , I’ve murdered myself so many times the effort is starting to hurt. Someone stole my poetry. They wanted to teach me to write on paper. Ha, as if everything I do isn’t already written in blood. I begged mama to help me die, but she refused, had to slash my own wrist. 4. “Todos los ojos del viento ya me lloraron por muerta.” Do you think ghosts can ask for asylum in Cuba? Willie, take my clothes off. Look at my scars without crying and tell me I’m beautiful.