ALEX
I want to remember you,
standing by my window,
the gray of a clouded city sky brightening as it hit your shoulder,
your back,
the blanket of your hair.
I couldn’t breathe,
Watching you.
When you touched me,
I was blinded.
After, you sat beside mi mamá,
You laughed at her stories of Baní,
You wolfed down her asopado.
You glanced at me and sideways smiled,
reminding me who was responsible for your appetite.
Our knees kissed under the dining room table.