receiving messages a year later

However much it hurt,

I am proud that I have

been soft, even

to those who have

punctured me.


“of course, baby”

I ask you if you think I am


and I hate every word before it

leaves my mouth.

I hate the way my body

speaks in insecurities,

the way your words are a

blanket I know I need.

“of course, baby”

I love this sentence just as

much as I hate it.

I hate my need for it,

my requirement of it for

safety within my own

goddamn body.

And so I hold my breath,

and bring my gaze to my own legs,

smiling slightly,


dia del padre

I remember the way it

felt when I had my first


I didn’t have the courage to

tell you that I loved another

woman and so I let mami

tell you instead.

I remember the way I

climbed into the car and

squirmed into the seat beside


I remember the way I

didn’t know what sounds would

drape the silence between


I remember the way you

held my hand.

I remember the way you

healed me then.

I remember all the times

you’ve healed me,


When I asked you to

drive with me forever,

forever meaning only hours,

and you did.

When I told you I

was crumbling and you

taught me to handle

the weight.

When you told me I could

call you, always.

When you loved me.

When you always loved me,

no matter what.

You have healed me,


You have always

healed me.