I know You by Your First Name
I know You by Your First Name In my house loneliness sits on an armchair, stirs my bed sheets and opens the book where my rival’s name is written. Soledad, my enemy, wakes me to injure like a tightrope around my throat. I don’t take my innocence to that well. I’m not the one whose dawns are clouds and poison ivy climbing the stairs to the bedroom. I sit alone at the breakfast table, alone turning off the TV to pray and receive the devil of insomnia. My enemy ties me up with obstinate dialogue morning, noon, and night. But no one can say I don’t put up a fight. Beyond my skin and more, inside of my bones, I love. Beyond my mouth and its words, from the knot of my tormented sex, I know I will die from nothing other than love.