Rosa de Lima

Jimena had a dream last Tuesday
Rolled down spiral stairs
Ended up in a maze of platforms
Saying goodbye to the trains
That I lose
Jimena has a master's in disillusionment
Jimena is a landmine
She remembers to love me every two years
While I manage
To forget
Jimena doesn't betray for thirty Lucas
And instead of silicone under her sweater
She has a garden with two lumps of sugar
And a potpourri of Chabuca
With J.J. Cale
Rosa de Lima, distant cousin
Cat's tongue, porcelain bicarbonate
Toothache, rye bread
Even the soles of my shoes miss you
Warm clothing, come, come with me
Jimena doesn't pluck the daisies
For fear of being told yes
When my little nights choke her
She sings the morning songs
King David
The gods that take my feet off the ground
Iron her little shirt and her bodice
Her Nikon, her velvet fan
Her bag of candies
And her rhythm and blues
Horizontal six letters name of a lady
Damn crossword, damn Bryce
The buttons of my pajamas are dying
Since no one calls me
Supay, supay
Rosa de Lima, distant cousin
Cat's tongue, porcelain bicarbonate
Toothache, rye bread
Even the soles of my shoes miss you
Warm clothing, come, come with me