Invierno y mariposas
En la calle ya es invierno, en las macetas
y en las terrazas de los bares ya es invierno
pero en mi vida no.
Hace unos meses me ha golpeado el amor
y me ha partido la mandíbula en cien mil mariposas.
Ella me mira y yo ya no me veo
como un tipo amarillento
que recorre de un lado a otro las calles de un por qué.
Es la vida un calendario cierto
sin ayer y sin mañana.
Todo es presencia,
saber que este es el lugar
donde debería estar
si no estuviera aquí mismo.
Sigo buscando en los versos eso que todos sabemos sentir
pero que aún no hemos sido capaces de explicar
porque las alcobas siempre van por delante de las palabras.
Para eso sirve la poesía, para hablar
de la forma que tienen las cosas que no tienen forma,
para eso y para tumbarme en la cama contigo
y leerte, y colocarte el pelo,
sabiendo que en la calle ya es invierno
pero en nuestras vidas no.
"I fell in love with him. But I don’t just stay with him by default as if there’s no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me."
"Books are the perfect entertainment; no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn’t carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life."
"Go after her. Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call, go after her because that’s what you should do if you love someone, don’t wait for them to give you a sign cause it might never come, don’t let people happen to you, don’t let me happen to you, or her, she’s not a fucking television show or tornado. There are people I might have loved had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this and I always thought I’d be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back or to act like idiots or be entirely vulnerable and honest and making someone fall in love with you is easy and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you can’t just sit there and do nothing and breathe into telephones is not everyone’s idea of love but it is the way I can recognize it because that is what I do. Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything, really."
"Being a writer is about being a reader first and what you like to read… The diversity of your work reflects, to some extent, your taste in what you like to read over the course of your life. I feel very strongly that writers ought to write the kinds of books they would like to read."