The women who really drove me crazy
The women that I loved the most
the ones who really drove me crazy
the girls with whom I wanted everything, all wrote.
Mamá did up to second grade and never
looked at my homework, couldn’t
colour in a map with me or help me
with my algebra.
School and home were
a broken chain through my head
Every time I saw her signing something -
my primary school report,
a document at the bank -
I noticed she was doing it slowly
like someone recovering from a blow
I ask myself if the women I loved
the ones who really drove me crazy
the girls with whom I wanted everything
were my intellectual upward mobility
if choosing women who write
is to cover up that thing I lack
every time I leave them
or they leave me.