Seasons Come and Go

I cringe at the unfamiliar smells of spoiling springtime.

Nunca me gusto los sounds & sweat of others.

It is the first day & I am not usually on this side of Latino tribelines.

I miss chocolatey aromas in Abie’s hair & budding bickers from hermana & brother.

I never liked how manipulation could trigger melodies of salted tears.

Mis oídos oyen protracted phonetics surrounding me in budding typhoons.

I miss chocolatey spices in conchas made by the lawless heroines here.

No puedo esperar the last day I have to sit in these rooms.

My ears hear protracted phonetics rocketing through the alphabet as they soar.

Miguel’s tentacle tongue me prueba with its pinkish blush full of hushed tastes.

I cannot await the last day I have to stumble through these towering doors.

Yo extraño sticky, sweet tastes of gooey fudge on my face.

Miguel’s testacle tongue tests me with its blueish hue infected with machismo.

I pull down his pants & lentamente corro dentro el diablo’s playground.

I miss the sticky, sweet taste of champurrado, ay pero que rico.

I feel the yellow juice slide down my pants & smile at my gold sound.

I pulled down his pants and celebrate with ancestors’ ankle dance.

I fake quejo & fake lo siento & fake live.

I feel the yellow juice slide down my pants & smile as I expel merengue trance.

I can’t wait to go home & tell Abie & Mommy I learned how to fake forgive.

I eat crayons y sueño de colored creams.

It is the first day & I’m not usually on this side of Latino tribelines.

Organic pensamientos y magical sentimientos sprout from the seams in my jeans.

I cringe at the unfamiliar smells of spoiling springtime.