I fell in love with a man who promised to teach me to be an astronaut.
He guided my hands to stars
and showed me what life looked like at 131,477,280 feet (24,901 miles).
The higher we got,
the more red flags blurred with green lights until it looked
like a splatter paint of signs from the universe, one indistinguishable blur of life.
Love at zero gravity is intoxicating.
Somewhere between presyncope
and breathing in smoke,
When the air thins and begins to deplete,
who will fill our shoes with rocks
and return us to the earth?
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Dancing with Ghosts
PoesíaA collection of poems coping with the juxtaposition of grief and beauty, pain and nostalgia, heart ache and celebrations. From breakups to losing a child, a parent, a friend, a sibling, I hope this little collection of poems helps someone out there...
