She’ll be perfect
for you– I know,
Jo invited me.
I’ll be standing next to you
but not close enough,
holding onto false hopes
but no real dreams, only “but’s.”
Your friend will be in the corner,
mine in California
remembering New York’s flaws
and I’ll say “fuck you”
because I’m from here–
don’t you forget that Mr. Delaware,
Ms. Los Angeles where I saw no evidence
of angels, no saving grave
and when I flew, I flew eastwards.
Breaking my heart gives you too much credit–
you can run my mind,
but my heart finds solace in other things–
all the women I haven’t kissed,
all the male exceptions.
Is she your exception? Another beautiful
brown woman and my white
Puerto Rican ass isn’t good enough?
You’re from Delaware.
You just want “different.”
But enough is–enough. She’ll be
enough, hang her hands over
your neck in public, at parties,
falling hard– while I look up
from the ground.
December 29, 2018