que manera de perder

The day we call it quits Ana Gabriel’s voice dances around the room. Y llorando con despecho, I undress myself from English

I do

I Do before I go on, I hope to make one thing clear: this is the first poem I never wanted to write. too often when I write about love, I...

a poem of reclamation for papi

Dominican racism and patriotism are the perfect couple: Cupid? U.S Imperialism. Trujillo, the perfect priest, married them on Haitian blood