YOU MADE MY CHEST FEEL LIKE AN EMPTY CAR PARK ❋ Andrea Mena

we drive apologetically while
i place myself in the center of a foreign place

here, my body begins where i end

this place speaks. it says many things about nothing

it says: “this feels warm in the way setting things on fire feels warm”
it says: “i am so scared to lose you i can’t feel your body next to my body”
it says: “i no longer feel like a poem. i can’t live inside you forever”

it repeats everything i always say in a way you’ve never heard before

you were the sky before the sky was a sky of unglued ghosts

i am looking at your body reflecting the moon
i am recording this
i am thinking:
“i exist i exist i exist”
i am thinking:
“say something i will remember”

there are two hundred dogs dying right now

the spaces between our fingers have engaged in vulnerable connections
everything is happening so much

we are two tsunamis of nostalgia
splash-fighting each other with baby-sized dinosaur arms

we wait for our hands to merge with the sky in the middle of a rainstorm
for our eyes to see the way we could see before we knew things about each other

i will draw new eye sockets on your face
staring at me will feel infinite