PUERTO RICO
my skin has crisped
like the crunchy french fry won in a game of dibs
but it is still as porous as ever.
the illumination
dissolves my slime-coated impulses
and my prickle thorn desires into an Eden:
pistachio palm trees, lime iguanas, and the teal ocean.
I fear muddy snow,
harsh winds and the urban rainforest,
with its grey idiosyncrasies.
But every time you touch me, I squirm like an obedient puppet.
And my mouth quivers like a crashing wave,
My eyes gleam like the sun bouncing off umbrella
and hey
did you know that
in Puerto Rico everyday is Valentine’s Day?