Venus

I created something wretched

And called it beautiful, then

I went for a walk. I swear

I’m not addicted to love.

I’m addicted to Sagittarians falling

Into it with me on Whatsapp or

I’m addicted to calls at 11 PM

From Sagittarians begging come out

Dancing RIGHT NOW or I’m addicted

To imagined love/hate relationships

With Sagittarians or my so-called

Sagittarian cusp, my Sagittarian Venus

A Sag i tar ian moon at 25%

Illumination I wrote a poem under, drunk

In Honolulu on sharp grass, harsh light.

It’s actually easier to say Dije you’re lovely

Cuando quiero decir I feel love than

Understand human emotion.

I’d rather say I think about you

A lot than I’m obsessed with ideas—

Ok. I’m addicted to love but

What else should I believe in?

This poem was included in my book "I want you to feel ugly, too," which can be read on issuu.