I’m So Lonely I Grow a New Hymen

This fake little sheet strung out on the clothesline spattered with blood,

this vanilla store-bought birthday cake with my name squished on top in red icing,

this slime I made from an arts-and-crafts project years ago that I still keep

under my bed, this four-foot fence lined with thorny, vengeful roses,

this Dunkin’ Donuts napkin Abuelita keeps in her nightstand, this sliding door

Mami puts a vase in front of so she can wake up if and when

there’s ever a burglar, this cover ripped off from a pulp romance novel

and sent back to the publishers, these two hands joined together at the pinky

opening and closing to reveal a pink face faking surprise, a moist mouth

going SURPRISE! Hello what is up how is it going?

It really has been so long and I just want to tell you something.

Sometimes I miss the heartbreak of starting over.

Sometimes I really believe I can turn anything into a you.

Sometimes I want to be what breaks open and stains the sheets.