Accommodations

El Convento Hotel in Old San Juan, Puerto Rico

Accommodations

I am an amorphous seed

and words are my lair.

My eyes grow in disarray

to the rhythm of elderly sounds

surrounding me.

I was born without a truce.

Empty of gods, I wait for night

to turn into dust, but I can’t leave your eyes.

Silent and extinct, I dwell in your grooves,

and review my confinement within your borders.

Outside of you I am transparent,

lightweight, tiny. In your autumn skin—

dry moon— I fall apart between your legs.

You breed my throat from point to point.

I sprout from you.