You’re Afraid and You Should Be

I’m levitating above you in the early hours of the morning.
I can clap my hands and crack your sleep in two.
I’m so high above you when I fall, I’ll fall hard and smack our bodies
into a flattened
panqueque in your sheets.

Cuidado, cuidado
cuidado.

Who knows what incantations my assimilated tongue
will waggle into existence? I let it cluck back as far as its needs to.I am not one and
I am not two thingsbut I am above your bed.

Mira! Mira! Mira! Mirror!
The joke’s on you.

I’m looking at your neck longingly like a third gen Puerto Rican Dracula,
and I want my blood back.

Those hairs on the back of your neck,
I call them to stand,
and I brush them back down with a Barbie comb
and I’ll do it again and again.
Repetition
is how you turn cute
into creepy.

I just want to whisper to all my selves
in the dark while hovering,
and I know it’s hard to be afraid,
to bear witness,
and while I’m not interested in rescuing you,
I’ll make a wager:

I’ll show you my guts if you
show me yours.

 

 

Cathleen Bota is a multimedia poet, librarian, and Sailor Moon scholar in Orlando, FL. She is co-founder of the interdisciplinary reading series LITEROCALYPSE and poetry and graphics editor at specs.

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