“You wanted a soldier who never bled.” A poem about growing up in a house where love only opened one way, and the quiet, shaking courage it takes to build a different kind of home.

“Vete con cuidado,” She said. Go carefully. It’s a poem about the miles immigrants carry in their bones, and the quiet, stubborn love that makes the crossing worth it.

“Sometimes I dream in two languages.” This poem is about belonging to a place that won’t claim you, and holding on to the warmth, language and stories that built you.