Esmeralda Gomez
Your language is foreign to me.
I can hear you speak but-
I don’t understand what you mean.
The music’s loud so you grab my hand to show me.
Step by step
You lead me to a bedroom door.
I enter the room.
Silence.
I can hear you speak but-
I don’t understand what you mean.
With a bottle of whiskey, in your hand
You lock the door,
I understand now…
But you’ll never understand me.
I am not distant.
Like your drunk and sexually frustrated friends
You’re one of them,
Lost in drugs and sex,
You see no need in speaking.
I look away,
Admiring New York’s peaceful city lights
With watery eyes.
You’ll never understand me.
“You lost communication” I finally say,
But your mind is in blank space.
I am not distant.