Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

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  

Clouds The last time I saw the place where clouds are formed was from my window. Rich moisture moving through the saguaros, touching them from head to toe. Once I saw the place where clouds are formed in your eyes, high above the stars, wet, damp, tearful. I had nothing to say, no story to tell, just a sad hum.