Your hands fit everywhere
in my hair, on my ass, up my dress,
except in mine.
Our knuckles scraped against each other,
a fight,
knowing we would only hurt,
begging us to let go.

We did.
Instead we held each other in kisses
and stole each other’s drinks.
You left videos on my phone
and took selfies that you would never post.
I rested my head on your shoulder
claiming you in a city I would never return to.

You write to me sporadically with those same hands.
I always respond.
Maybe your hands grew or softened or hardened
morphed enough so that I can finally pull you towards me
and gather the courage to say “Be mine.”

-Laura Andrea

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Como si me hubiesen arrancao la sábana mientras dormía.
Así es extrañarte,
brusco
urgente
conocido
mañanero
fugaz.

-Laura Andrea

I cut my nails.
They were the longest they’ve ever been,
strong and sharp and all mine.
I say it was for my new job,
but no matter how many times I scrubbed them
I couldn’t wash off your memory from under them
how they became talons
how I used them to mark you
how for once, I was the predator.

-Laura Andrea

We both wore yellow.
I never wear yellow.

We spoke of revolution
joy
fearlessness
duty
as if it mattered and it didn’t
cause it does and it doesn’t
like us,
you and I,

me.
In the end, that’s all.

-Laura Andrea

I still write about you
but to remind myself
that I was too much for your grasp
that I blessed your fingertips
fed your eyes
and nourished your soul
despite your poison
your venom
your liking her but loving me

-Laura Andrea

And then I learned that you were also fleeting.
It felt cruel,
almost worthless,
that life would continue to toy with me like this
a permanent heart nomad.
As if our time
was enough for love.

-Laura Andrea

Puedo olvidar tus caricias,
tus transgresiones,
tus viradas,
tus misiones.
¿Pero tus ojos?
Imposible.
Esos andan quemados en mi piel,
mi mente, mi corazón,
mi bolígrafo.
Aún no he encontrado tinta
que los marquen tan bien como tú.

-Laura Andrea

I’ve been missing your touch
and the ways you told me I was perfect.
I no longer wish for you
but I miss it,
yearning the possibilities,
fantasies of you in my bed
and me in your heart.

-Laura Andrea

We were more equal than I gave us credit

You were joyful at sea.
I was there your first time.

Today it reminds me of when you ran
your hands through my hair
of when you slipped
them under my dress.

I preferred your touch to the sunrise
I felt the rays in your fingertips
and the soft colors with your lips.

You ways came back to me
as a place to rest your grip
away from home.

-Laura Andrea