Nunca Te Calles

If your hair could transcend messages I wonder what it would’ve told me

Whispers of who’s been lingering here

Who’s fingers have been interlocking your hair into intentional braids

Someone’s deep breaths of pleasure whispered into each strand

So much energy to carry with you I imagine it weighs you down

The tips of your hair feeling like weights tethering you to a ground that you feel so unstable on

Page artwork; “A Crow Two-Spirit Woman and Her Lover” by micorazonmexica on instagram