• POEMS BY REYA MARI VELOSO

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    Despite

    I.

    This language game:
    Tangled in a tango, my arguments
    Wrapped around your fingers,
    Your utterances blocking
    My blindside.

    II.

    We recall our first enchantments:
    Conversations at 4am, silences
    While eating ice cream, squinting
    In photographs, dancing
    To kitschy tunes. We are still
    Young, aren’t we?

    III.

    Longevity is a tricky word:
    Moles on your face, my thousand
    North Stars. The guise you take
    When lost: a wounded fox.
    I remembered how you wrote
    For me

    * * *

    Something Sexy

    think of something sexy
    like spaghetti,
    like my tongue wrapped
    around yours, flicking
    in different languages
    (minus the subtitles).

    think of something sexy
    like saying ‘sorry, it’s not you, it’s me,’
    like bleeding in-growns or raging
    hormones, think of something
    sexy (minus the labels, definitely
    minus the significant others).

    think of something sexy
    like a self-righteous baby,
    like never ever having
    to say ‘please love me,’
    (in different languages)
    or how you pronounce
    the word meme as mee-mee.

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