Puerto Rico-My Bankrupt Island
You’ve imagined, smiled, waited so long to meet me that you’re tired.
Don’t ask for an explanation.
Don’t take away the idea that I have, even when it’s vague.
Please, don’t test me, on firm ground (you’d shove me aside).
Sometimes, there’s nothing left of you but an illustration, a map.
If and when you arrive, you approach, you think it’s alright, but it’s something else, something totally different, a hallucination.
You've got magnitude and heat.
But you’re the other side
of the coin.