Day 36: jamaica drunk in bogota

we swallow until we are drunk

make our gaydar crocked until we are the worst wing women who every existed

look at the beautiful women

in bogota

women seep into your skin like secrets

and you hold them there as long as you can

until the sweat removes their memory

we have intociated conversations

and send drunk text messaged to journals
we write poems about love

how it isnt always a feeling

sometimes its touch

and sometimes its something you can witness

from the sidelines

drunk off your ass