had a dream of my father last night
sitting across from me in a ferry
going which way, I have no clue
he faced the water, he wouldn’t look at me
he seemed mad at me, like he knew
I wanted to ask him
about the time he wanted to die
but I remained silent
the winds played with his thick mane
the low gray clouds behind him
ushered him back
I woke up sad
dreamt of your Moses last night
as if in a deep sleep
you just let him go
he went the opposite direction
down the stream
smiling amidst the sparkling water
that was taking him away
they found him by the bank
and loved him
but I spied and watched him grow
your Moses was brilliant
you would have been proud
i want to sip Rose´on the deck of a yacht,
a big yacht
wear a white dress with no bra and a gold,
a very gold anklet that jingles when i walk
wear shades so dark that i can’t see past,
have them get tangled in my black hair
play tug of war with the salty air
call out to the teasing sea, “Where am I?”
have it answer back, “Does it matter?”
dive in the green, swim through the purple,
hold my breath in the orange,
inhale, count to twenty and exhale every trouble
every trouble i’ve ever had
look down at my sun-kissed arms, my perfect hands
my turquoise nails – wearing that amethyst you gave me last
listen to Frank Ocean – every syllable making me jump
sip the Rose´ and look past the crooked sailboats
imagine i’m on the other end,
the other part of the world
say, “Where is that?” and have
it answer back, “Does it matter?”
The Tape House 