Sí, Quiero

Let the shampoo bottles whistle
let the burnt toast jump
silences of the building
let the poorly shut windows chime
let the sky hold its blue
let our well-stained sheets wave
let our hands get dirty
as summers greet us on the way

"hey, hey, hey"
what's up?
it was her running towards me
what's up?

we hugged tight
and she went back to the bar
to work
and there I stayed
dazed
stunned
with a dessert in my hand
since when can someone take
two hundred steps for me?
so
I didn’t ask
what's up?

let the neighbors shout
let the enemy wait in the hallway
it's almost noon
Tuesday
and she's still here
asleep.