She whispers, “this time you should try and remember me”

knowing that I am a liar and she is my grace

with one steady hand caressing my face,

her fingertips lightly drag over my stubble.

I haven’t shaved since 5a.m…

Living in my car again,

(looking like a discouraged friend)

the light in my eyes radiates and shines;

like a lantern under a basket,

a lamp in the closet,

the fuel light on my dashboard.

Gracias mi santa Sofia

Necesito la sabiduría

No gasolina