Just One Drink

It’s the forbidden things

It’s those forbidden looks

That make me question



Esa Mirada!


What does it mean? Hay una energía ahí.


And what is identity when all you ever knew is no longer

and you broke the rules you never expected to question?


Y que es la identidad, when your whole life you were always

two things: gringa y mexicana.


Well maybe you are something more now too.

It’s a feeling. It’s an urge. It’s that piercing look.

Como un chicle que no puedes zafar de tu zapato.


            Y eso?


My night sings through the thoughts and the gulps that I

don’t remember.


And all that’s left is energy…floating through the stars.