Más o menos

I wanted more.
I expected less
Nevertheless
That’s what I get.

That’s what I get for diving into futures
That the present does not progress into.

O’ Pie-maker, My Neck Hurts!

The crick in my neck
Is not due to stress
It was due to lying down
Cuddling
That night in the bed

We hardly got rest
You said
“You better spoon the shit out of me”
And I did it
Gladly
Hoping I didn’t do too badly.

The crick in my neck
Makes my head angle weirdly
But I’d rather this duress
Then spend the night
Barely able to sleep
Since no one is next to me.

Let our legs become entangled vines
Let’s pretend there are no concerns of time
No confined compromise
Let me plant my arms by your side
An complimentary attachment
To your body
Your mind

This crick in my neck
It’s simply divine.
Distorted by design
Discomfort that’s fine

This crick in my neck,
It’s simply divine.
Wishing next time we won’t blame the wine
Wondering-
If to you I will bind
Or turn a blind eye
Say a stale good bye.

This crick in my neck
Reminds me of pie-
Reminds me why
I don’t have neck pain often.

Abroad

The world is my textbook
I wake up to vocabulary tests
Every conversation is a oral assessment
A street sign bares novel words
I am constantly learning

The only problem is,
There’s no one to correct me.