Write me Peruvian letters as you let the coffee simmer on the white washed burner as you laugh like you would among friends as you languidly cross your brown leather shoes which meld into the corduroy couch Rio Piedras owns my taciturn feet with its piss grey streets about which I float like a dirty napkin waiting to be stuck like a fish in a net waiting to join my egg shell heart which forever feels the crunch of its misdirection I'm like a kite full of holes or the trimmed ends of a rose what I bear is not beautiful and even so, it's all I have it's all I am... the child of an arcane god mistress of mistake an empty soul with not a single word to fill me So write me Spanish letters between Santiago and Quito pressed with coffee rings in the pages like all the darkness in my eyes I can't fight I just need something more to run from...