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, to the beat

you know how this song ends

no harm in dancing through it

 

tap tap

“temple”

©Steven Cuenca

 

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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

snake’s blood

“we’re warriors, we have warrior’s blood.

my father, yours.

we’re fighters.”

he was half-right.

i’m a coward that hides behind

words and whispers.

i am Brutus of Rome.

i am 30 pieces of silver.

i am the kiss.

i am the hiss in the Garden of Eden.

I am Will Hunting,

surrounding himself with

retarded gorillas.

I am cyber bullying

in its early days.

AIM was my weapon.

i am the girl on the ground.

i pushed her down.

i am so small

when i’m confronted in public.

i am the moments right after,

when i feel brave again.

i am 3 punches to the cock

while they held him down.

i am the speeches i wrote

for a church i don’t believe in.

i am the tears that they cried.

i am the hate.

i am the anger that mutes me.

i am the words and the whispers.

he said we’re warriors.

he’s only half-right.

he’ll be remembered,

because people like me

write stories about people like him.

“snake’s blood”

©Steven Cuenca

post-yawn purity

you used to yawn

tears would puddle underneath your eyes

and there wasn’t a single wrinkle of sadness on your face

just a warmth of mock innocence

 

i remember wanting to squeeze the life out of you

absorb your moment of post-yawn purity

and have that warmth burn my chest

 

that’s how i have to think about you

it’s what you are now

“post-yawn purity”

©Steven Cuenca

 

 

Skeleton

hold my hand

break my bones

let them spill all on the ground

 

don’t be scared

i’ll pick them up

it didn’t hurt as much this time

“Skeleton”

©Steven Cuenca