We're all that's left - this is dedicated to my friend Einstein from Indonesia, we talk a lot with each other

We're all that's left

“quedamos nosotros, victoriosos, con alas y deseos y dientes y locura.”

Efraín Huerta

The two of us lying on the sand

after making love on the beach.

You said it’s late

but I couldn’t imagine

you'd leave. I remember

the treaded paths, the beach resorts

where our hands defeated our bodies.

We were hybrids dreaming

of words and other fevered voices

while others sank like rocks

in the fog. I don’t remember

how many of these encounters we had,

the torn arteries, the bottomless anguish

deleted from my memory,

the storm traveling inland

destroying my divided past.