She moves
to Mexico City
and licks the legs
of Tempranillo
at the bistro
around the corner
and eats quekas
made of only
queso Oaxaca
and tortillas de maíz.
She opens
her arms
to the rainforest
of this metropolis.
She lets out
el grito.
She doesn’t
feel ashamed.
She walks through
her day without
a ruler or paper.
She talks poetry
through the night.
She talks dreams
over morning coffee.
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periwinkle_poet
Poems by a dark, sweet, and semi romantic Latina, all in one 😊 I'm finally sharing with you what I've been keeping to myself. I hope you enjoy!
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