I lay my head to the earth. I listen for your heartbeat.
I breathe. I wait. Silent until mi corazón late with the same rhythm as yours.
Respiro. Espero. The earth empieza a moverse junto a mi.
We are synced.
Mis lagrimas are moistening the grass. Blades stab my arms. My cheeks.
I cry until I become one with the earth. My tears are dirt.
Now, we can speak. I can hear you now, en el viento. You whisper to me softly.
Good morning, Sunshine.
I am awake. I am ten years old. I am dancing around the kitchen.
An unstoppable force of energy.
Inquieta, me dicen.
And it’s true.
You were too. But you did not form me like you were formed.
I was not bound by their murderous laws of masculinity.
Los árboles cantan
I sit up. I trace your name with my finger. Your name feels colder than your hands were.
This place is my home.
My heart is buried here.