Reveries of Longing: Reveries of Longing

How to Love a Revolutionary

 +RZWR/RYHD5HYROXWLRQDU\ I the first time i showed you my wounds, you pretended you couldn’t smell the ash suppurating from the opening in my skin. as if lips parted resurrect burnt temples, you tried to messiah into me. II most nights, we make love in a darkness that sighs like creaky shoes – using our bodies as hazy deserts we camel drink slowly. III in the morning, i wake up with juaréz on the brain. IV while baby girls draped in beads cling red ochred mothers to their dusty backs,  three-foot-three children grow stunted oaks in the middle of caged cities. V boys become trees without the luxury of knowing their strength, arms of bare trunk bones, limbs stripped fiber, hearts planted bulbs. VI busy sewing scars with words, yet mine keeps discharging. VII here you are, covered in ash with no intention of phoenixing out my bed. VIII the first time i showed you my wounds you told me you knew how to leave this empire. IX we leave knowing it has never been about me and you. ...