Written by Elsa Burgos.
Photo by Sang Ah Kim.
Let him
know
let him know that I need him now
that I’ll need him for a while
let him know that I’m still around
that I long for his warmth
that I’m lost without his arms
that perhaps I don’t need him
but I want him bad
that if I had to choose again
he’d be the one.
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My grandma gave me her arms
probably my liking for singing
comes from that
with curly, grey and white hair
she loved television
and I’ll never forget
the stories she told me
when she was young
about her and my grandpa
where she felt like she belonged
she had seven children
one is my mama and she’s my all
she gave me my mama
she gave me the most important
person in my life
my grandma used to sing around
the whole house
she stopped when my grandpa died
she cooked me the best oatmeal I’ll ever have
my sister was born in her house
seemed like a palace
when my cousins and I were kids
running around
my grandma gave me my name too
my grandma won’t go as long
as we don’t forget
and I won’t forget
the words I told her will never be enough
I used to put her shoes on
and I felt like a grown up Elsa
like her
I don’t have grandparents left
but what they taught me will always
stay
and we all have parts of them.
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In a white palace
with black doors
coffee in the morning
love in the afternoon
while the air blew from the garden
sundresses and reading out loud
your eyes I could never forget
i could never erase what I already
felt
you were shirtless pacing down
the room
I could never erase your trace
like an imprint that burned
it was you and me alone in that world
and while it poured down we
sat outside and laughed
how love feels soft and warm
we always had the windows open
I was not accustomed to that amount
of light but it felt nice
your sight gave me peace
and your heart gave me warmth
the things you’re insecure about
I don’t give a damn
I love your silhouette
I love every inch of you
every scene for me was picturesque
your jeans on the floor
the coffee spills
and the magic we owned.
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