Poems from ileguadalupe

my ink's gone drylost. with
my ink's gone dry lost. with all that's left of who I used to be   who was that girl? who is this girl? where did the rest of me go   it's...
What you are to me
and it's not crazed irrational or spontaneous not momentary no midnight blur or vodka haze not morning-after regret guilt   it's not...