Love Letter In Which I Explain Myself

(New poem)

I’ve always been a late bloomer in a rush. Once, I had my biofield tuned, and she said I absorbed that hustling anxiety when I was in the womb but that I’m innately slow like honey. That makes sense to me and the path my life has taken.

I wrote this poem (as it says) at the immigration office here in Mexico where I was renewing my residency. I wrote it (at least the start of it)(as it says) on the back of my electric bill balanced on Ocean Vuong’s Time is a Mother, which has been inspiring longer poems with and without punctuation. In this one, the lack of punctuation makes it feel like time moves both too fast and too slow, like we better love quick and hard right now before it’s all over.