Yesika Salgado

I am the disco ball reflecting all over her face and his hands and her thighs and his hips and their complicit smiles / wondering what love like this tastes like / all I am is mirrors

I write about love so much it fills a room / but it ain’t mine / I am good at reflecting

I know there is no pain / some liquor can’t keep at bay / I also know the danger of that magic

it isn’t that I like him / it’s that I like the idea of being wanted / someone willing to open my doors and windows / let some light in where it hasn’t been in a while

how beautiful it is to be loved in Spanish.

I’m thinking of you again. your name exhausts me. I wonder if it stopped being love and became a hunger.

I am me again. consumed by belonging to you. what an illness.

what are we?
do you still love me?
have you moved on?
what are we?
why can’t I forget you?
why can’t I forget?
do you still love me?
what are we doing?
what are we?
how do I stop being a question?
how do I become myself again?

maybe I’ve been telling the story wrong
maybe you loved me so much
it feels like you didn’t love me at all

I understand why you’re gone / I am not always a safe place / the daughter of an addict / my love must taste like a hangover / of course you’ve stayed away