Rosa de Lima

Jimena had a dream next Tuesday
Rolling down spiral steps
She ended up in a maze of platforms
Saying goodbye to the trains
That I miss
Jimena has a master's in disappointments
Jimena is a landmine
She remembers loving me every two years
While I manage
To forget
Jimena doesn't betray for thirty grand
And instead of silicone under her jersey
She has a garden with two lumps of sugar
And a potpourri of Chabuca
With J.J.Cale
Rosa de Lima, distant cousin
Cat's tongue, porcelain bicarbonate
Toothache, rye bread
Even the soles of my shoes miss you
Warm clothing, come, come with me
Jimena doesn't pluck daisies
For fear they'll say yes
When my little nights choke her
She sings her morning songs
King David
The gods that take my feet off the ground
Iron her little shirt and yoke
Her Nikon, her velvet fan
Her bag of candies
And her rhythm and blues
Horizontal six letters, lady's name
Damn crossword, damn Bryce
The buttons on my pajamas die
Since no one calls me
Supay, supay
Rosa de Lima, distant cousin
Cat's tongue, porcelain bicarbonate
Toothache, rye bread
Even the soles of my shoes miss you
Warm clothing, come, come with me