Profess No Thing

I am those words
you wrote
there on that page
can’t you see me?

You speak of
another reality
you want us to be the same
but different
but not that different

it would be too
uncomfortable
to know where i sleep
what i eat
who caresses me
and neglects me

lets put up that glass wall
so its just a window
not a mirror
just a faint reflection
you can choose to ignore

and when im done smashing every last
piece of glass
ceilings and walls
your damning finger
tells the authorities

seize her
seizure
erasure
erase her

but I don’t need
to die
to haunt you
my suffering will be felt
in absences of
paletas, elotes, flores y frutas
el mundo sin colores y amores
y los verdades

when the morning is gray and ashen
It’ll remind you
you let this happen