poetry pack: el primero

favorites from the vault

Mar 14, 2026

INTRODUCiNG

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It's reality TV baby

With the stars and the stripes

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Easy money and fast cars

Life that's twin turbo charged
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All it takes is a murder charge

The old you isn't welcome here
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We need raw, uncut, unfiltered

No fear, crystal clear


This is the real world

The new boy, the new girl


Champagne and pearls and dancing things

Diamond rings for the ones that sing


The spotlight, center stage

That's what it's all about


You dance to your own rhythm

Go on now, show out
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That's how it all works out

No doubt

MiLAGRO MíA

Me gusta lamar las chispas de nuestro amor—quiero volverme siego con tu luz.

This was the summer I realized I had Time. So much of Time—that it was still spring. You cried when I had told you I wanted to die young. And through your grace, you held a mirror to me and I saw that a long life of mine would be worth living.

This was the summer the apartment got bigger and the money got taller. The air conditioning didn’t work that first month and all we did was fuck and eat and laugh and cry. We were addicted to the heat. You taught me how to splash water on my face. I taught you how to drive it like you stole it. We had to shock ourselves into relaxing. Ice on the neck, breathe deep and reset the circuitbreaker.

I remember the time you came at the crescendo of the M train. We had the door open with the wind coming in—but it wasn’t enough. I’d sip wine on the balcony and see you through the looking glass. I couldn’t help but think of the future. My naps were on the roof and I was golden brown by Memorial Day. With the watermelon and the tequila and the Cherry On Top. The mango salsa on the white couch and your tan lines that kept me awake.

We were sweating and sweating and sweating and loving every minute of it. I felt like I was sucking the poetry right out of you. I got on my knees and asked God to keep me here on Earth with a life like this.

But you know how shooting stars work. I could see it in your eyes, the fear that the wave we were surfing would one day crash right over us. The most I could promise was to to search for your hand in the water.

The whole time I’ve known that you are my last chance to not live amongst the clouds. The only woman to make me feel mortal. My heart beats for you, my blood is red for you. I am here.

It’s good baby, what we got. It’s great. Let’s just keep the love coming. Masks off—two naked players.

I want this summer eternal.

SEiS

“I am a terraformer,” said the boy. He sat in the sand building new worlds.

“Look at how pretty the sky is,” said the girl. She let the waves crash at her feet.

“Look at my castle. I built it for you.”

“Look at the blue, look at the pink.”

The boy was little and scared. The girl was little and scared. They both liked to escape—each in their own ways.

“I don’t need the sky. I could make a better one.”

“I don’t need you to make me a sky when there is a perfectly beautiful one right there.”

“I’ll show you.”

“Just let me show you. Look up.”

The boy pouted and rested his elbows on his knees. The girl sighed and walked over.

“It’s a very nice castle. I feel safe in it.”

The boy remained silent before looking up at her.

“Do you really?”

“Yes, I do.”

“I even made a little balcony for the cat.”

“She’ll like it very much.”

“I made the floor checkered, like you like.”

“I noticed, I love it. Only you could build this castle.”

The girl added a shell she had in her pocket to the entryway of the castle.

“Okay now let’s go look at that sky. Together.”

The boy and the girl held hands as they walked along the beach. The boy followed the girl’s finger to the sky. He wanted to make something bigger than the sky, something she would notice without him asking. Just for her.

What did the girl want?