My heart beats to the tune
Of my perfect broken Spanish
The bloody syllables
Take emphasis on whim
Stitching you in and out seamlessly

The sinners confess –
But not you. Not I.
We are as perfect as my broken Spanish
We take emphasis on whim.

If you saw me bleeding –
A syllable caught out of place
Would you stitch me back together
Seamlessly?

Or would you send me away
Half-kissed without declaration
In an empty taxi
And anticlimactic?

Mi pobre corazon!
Breaking like my Spanish,
Takes refuge in bloody syllables
Unstitched and half-kissed –

Inside an empty taxi.