none of it was important

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doin’ it. @snapshotsteve

a father was murdered.

i was 4

and i was told he died in a car accident.

my mother told me the truth

years later, as an adult,

and i avoided eye contact

because i couldn’t mirror her pain.

a car, a man, he died he died he died

and none of it was important.

 

an old man gathered the kids,

he attempted to explain a Pink Floyd song.

i was 12

and all of the kids avoided eye contact

as he fixed his own

to carve the minds of the youth

word by word, beat by beat

and none of it was important.

 

a drug dealer was robbed.

i was 16

and he sent us to get his money back.

i avoided eye contact,

as they destroyed his body.

all i did was punch his dick three times,

and none of it was important.

 

a boy violated another.

i was 20.

i was inebriated, i was conscious,

but i did not go against the grain.

i avoided eye contact and found that

my physical body is not important.

 

a first week back in the city,

i was 21

and the subway smelled like shit.

there was a lady standing a few feet away

with feces dropping out of her jeans.

the passengers avoided eye contact

as she politely picked up the pieces

and none of it was important.

 

a marriage dissolved.

i was 22

as i ran the mathematics of divorce

and future holidays in my head.

i avoided eye contact

while patiently listening to

both parties, both stories

and none of it was important.

 

a girlfriend cheated.

i was 23.

i knew when it started, and i knew when we ended.

i avoided eye contact

as i shook his hand after their sleepover.

we lasted 5 years

and none of it was important.

 

i always figured our lives were circles,

that everything we’re living has happened already

and are happening simultaneously.

that we are here, then and everywhen.

my circle is a chase for love.

i’m going to die for it,

and be born through it a moment after.

And maybe my circle is a wheel,

and maybe it’s rolling towards something.

i just know that i can breathe better,

think better,

and love better,

when i remind myself

that i am not important.

“none of it was important”

©Steven Cuenca

 

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the energy about me

the energy about me

is purple

it’s anemic, it’s vampyre

it can only tether to one person at a time

 

it turtles in public

it’s a shy seeker

 

it smelled like her

it doesn’t anymore

it knows three words and it never lies

“the energy about me”

© Steven Cuenca

 

 

This is my Brother, Ket (sisterBrother)

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my brother, Ket

sisterBrother, He

never looked comfortable in a dress, she

only wore black black black, He

came out, came out, but not to me, we

never had the conversation

never had the conversation

never had the conversation

never had the conversation

 

“just a phase,” just a face

just embrace the different

the weird, the old, the new

it’s not you, “it’s not you,” it’s not you

 

katie katie, He was my

pretty lady, pretty Boy

my sister, Brother, 3rd Brother

i was broken, i was pacing, i was scared

He held me in His powerful arms

my Brother held me

 

This is my little brother, Ket.

“This is my Brother, Ket (sisterBrother)”

©Steven Cuenca

 

temple

tap tap, tremble tremble

your body is a temple

 

tap tap, tremble tremble

you can clean this filth,

replace the stones

your body is a temple

 

tap tap, tremble tremble

he can visit,

but he can’t stay here

your body is a temple

 

tap tap, tremble tremble

you can endure this

just hold your breath

your body is a fortress

 

tap tap, tap your feet

move your hips

no harm in dancing through it

 

tap tap

“temple”

©Steven Cuenca

 

brown

brown boy

brown boy

take a look around, boy

color of the ground, boy

why no spanish sounds, boy?

 

brown man

brown man

mother ecuadorian

father ecuadorian

culture of american

 

red, wHite

red, wHite

red, wHite, blue

 

lose the wHite

lose the wHite

add some yellow too-

 

red, wHite

red, wHite

red, wHite, blue

 

lose the wHite

lose the wHite

add some yellow too-

“brown”

©Steven Cuenca

 

10 Pounds

i lost 10 pounds when you left me

my shirts fit better than ever

my waist is back to a 32

i’ve never found myself so beautiful

who would have known you only weighed 10 pounds

“10 Pounds”

©Steven Cuenca