una buena mujer

tú eres la mujer
de mis sueños

(but i have already passed through
the creamy white illusions
of so many
before you—
in the moment your words touch me they fall
limp and weightless
to the ground)

te quiero a la buena
vamos a hacerla gacha
te juro que vas a acabar
enamorada

(pero tú nisiquiera me conoces—
y quién no quisiera conquistar a una güera bonita,
‘criada a la mexicana’ y ya moldeada
a tus antojos;
i look at you right in the eyes
they are dark and dull and in them
i cannot find reflected a single piece
of myself
Dime qué es lo que vale
tu querer)

i look at myself in the mirror not believing
that i am just now realizing how much
very much
better i am

04.12.05