loca

By Laia Sales Merino

nenes, sabeu

què em passa últimament? 

i write everything pero tot tot down 

like i will forget otherwise o algo

and if i don’t catch something someone said

like say in a tv series

i can’t let go of that

i try not to rewind 

and i if i could rewind conversations

or mi vida i would

to hear what was said

what i said 

what they did exactly          

my sisters look at each other 

then look at me    

estás loca 

that’s what it is estás loca

and i laugh like a loca

into the night-praying valley. 

© 2020 harana poetry

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