Desejo

I have to stop raining in public
eyes replicate sky rhythm 

a rare rain

I drain myself nightly
bus ride to someone else’s home
torrential vision downpour
cannot I be a woman about it?

I was never a crying person
ask what is off beam
laughter exits larynx faster than fear
eu gosto de mulheres

Never a private space
to deliquefy sight
my face slides against tear glass
45 minute showers
on urban transit

I must not mistruth myself in public
come out and spit
saliva axiom against mirror concrete

Gosto delas.

There
I said it

Still

I disprotect bus seats

from these quotidian teardrops