I love to love the knowledge that I hurt myself
It’s wonderful
Accepting I never really saw who was holding the basket
I was preoccupied with which hole its contents could fill
Be a condiment
The one I say hurt me I saw as ketchup
And I put it in my coffee
The other one I said hurt me I called mustard which I spread on my toothbrush
A third I said hurt me I called relish and proceeded to frost my cake
Ketchup mustard relish
Were magnetized to my blindness
I spoke of the need they were to me
I built pedestals so quickly they weren’t alarmed on their way up
They were impressed
They were perfect
I was not seeing them
I hurt myself
Ketchup mustard relish
Are wonderful condiments
Where they belong
My spiked sugar and intoxicating honey are dangerous where they don’t belong
I love knowing I hurt myself
When I believed I knew I knew
How to love
In a certain way that completeness defines
I was looking away to not see me
Staring away from the combustible elements these bubbles I created or co-created very clearly
          presented
“But I want to beeeee innnn looovvvee!”
My voids lied.
I love knowing discernment is a skill I lacked
I love knowing the reason I cut that class
I love owning that I now embrace what is for Who They Are and how that is a safety that has
          always been
I am not without sin
I am blessed with salvation
How deliciously the right ingredients taste together.

 

Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.