Agua

I sweat seeing you cry (less pissing),
I sweat an opinion I didn’t ask for,
from the smoke of the topic,
the extinguished fire reveals me burned
like a fallen tree.
Water.

I’m getting sick again,
healed from fright,
verbal diarrhea from kids and drunks,
I don’t want you playing with me.
I won’t join you, I’m not saying!
Water.

I spit out 65% of my being
in an unmeasured flow,
that drowns your thirst,
body, blood, word, saliva, water,
so you drink the pain like it’s water.
Water.

If for every ace I keep up my sleeve
I leave tabs open at all the bars.
Tough guy (hey, little tough guy!)
get lost! And if you can, forget me.
Water.

It’s waking up and finding something more
than just another good morning,
it’s stepping out with certainty from New Year’s Eve,
expecting everything and nothing,
and nothing, well, nothing!
Water.