Did She Write This Manic

i like this version of myself
a girl who smells like heat
a thing so lost it doesn’t
know which direction to ask for
a doll and a dump
a twitch that cannot be sedated
i will never feel warm again
i feel myself more skinny the next inhale
an accent my mother can’t recognize
the dialect a heart-break diet
a set of finger tattoos
a binge and a burp
i write the best poems sad
my brows as big as i want them
a hair fluff and a neon room
Khalo myself to a chair y llorar y llorar
till i dance myself into dark
raise a hip hysterical
i’m the nasty girl i’m the bad bitch
callejera cabrona chingona
hard liquor is easier to swallow than daddy issues
a pair of hoop earrings
rest my legs up on the desk
hear an orchestra in my acrylics
kill a moth and a man the same
con el diablo en el cuerpo.

—By Sara Salgado ♦