whistling in the dark/the bardo
while sleep hushes the world
she counts the rings that circle Saturn curls to the edge but
as the line blurs
she thought she saw you but instead she saw her
and barely remembers what it's like to be sad
for a minute it gets easy
when she touches the sky
the memory overwrites what it's like to cry
if she ever knows enough to keep up with the lie
in a place with no trees
she breathes
el metro suena como un coqui
y sabe que en la mañana sus sueños van a morir
what if she dreams in a language she can't speak
and when she sleeps
es un malvado que la pone a dormir