Amparo's Gardenias Attract a Breeze, My Heart Flutters

He tells me to buy gloves Frost bite / grabs hold of the tongue if you aren’t careful The / scent of gardenias still / reminds me of my grandmother They sat / in a plastic cup

on my bedside The white / metal door to the rooftop left / ajar the soft Mexican breeze / peeking from behind Armando /’s cowboy boots from when / he was six Recently /

I’ve felt an inability to speak / my mind or rather to speak / my heart my head thinks / I’m just fine I am not / a horse I cannot / continue on I cannot continue to / death’s

door / broken.