by Romina Ramos You once wrote that I am like a chairnot comfortable but strong and supportive. If I am so it is because you taught meto make my own seat instead of waiting for an invite, it is because you are the table our family eats at every night. Your oak limbs have dished… Continue reading Dear Ma
You were temptationin a tight red dress, the shotof tequila that pushedme over the edge. You were prohibitionon my tongue, secrecycutting through the airlike stale perfume. Youwere cool silk on my skin. You were an island on a treasure map.I meant all that I said butI had to search for the gold.