Remind me to kill you later

Remind me to kill you later

of who I am

of my country

Remind me to look-up the name of this cancer

to cuddle

Remind me of my own dear friends

                        my hunger

                        my suicide

                        to levitate

                        and fill my pockets with rocks

Remind me of the clouds

                        and the daffodils

                        my grandmother’s orchids

                        the history maps my aunt would force

                        me to memorize

Remind me of me

                        waiting for you to return

                        of wanting a kiss and getting nothing but a slap in the face, the truth, no nonsense, a piece of reality, a postcard from Willie Perdomo saying: the cheese is melting, put it back in the fridge, baby