Dos Poetas Locos by Dino Foxx
I was saving this poem for you.
I hid it away, deep down where
No one would find it. I wanted to
Wait until I could whisper it to you
In the darkness of a small smoky
Bar, thighs pressed together as we
Told stories to the soundtrack of
A San Antonio jukebox.
I was saving this poem for you.
I hid it in the rhythm of my hips
That moved across a crowded
Dance floor, with the pride of
Knowing a cute jotito just
Formally asked me to dance
With him the moment the
Selena Megamix started to play.
I was saving this poem for you.
I hid it in my distinctive laugh,
And let it wash over you night
After night as we exchanged
Secrets. Spilling juicy details
Across the table like the cold
Cerveza that spilled from the half
Empty bottles in our hands.
I was saving this poem for you.
I hid it in the pit of my stomach
Where the laughter lives. The
Place we feed at 3 am, chisme
Con queso, breakfast
Tacos con salsa, menudo y
Barbacoa, aguacate y horchata.
I was saving this poem for you.
I hid it in a corner of my mind,
And let you catch a glimpse of it
Every time you went for a run
Through the crazy place my
Brain calls home, entre memórias
That I’m sure you could swear
Were yours, as we were cut
From the same mold.
I was saving this poem for you.
I hid it in my brown eyes that
Could only look at you with
Admiration and longing, a longing
Far deeper than any man could express,
Knowing that this love is about
Familia and about creativity and
About knowing each other in ways our partners,
Lovers, tricks, mistakes, ex’s, or tricks
Turned lovers, turned partners, turned
Mistakes could never know us.
I was saving this poem for you.
I hid it in my hands, hands that don’t
Understand personal space issues. Hands
That want to hold the small of your
Back when we walk in public, regardless
Of who is around, and who want to touch
Your face upon the delivery of every funny
Story.
I was saving this poem for you.
I hid it in just under my skin, a similar
Shade to yours, skin covered in a dusting
Of salt and pepper hair, skin that is prone
To sweating when a cute boy walks in the
Room or simply from the oppressive south
Texas sun, but this poem surfaced and we
Spent long summer days not caring that
It coated our sticky skin and loved
Completely.
I was saving this poem for you.
I hid it in my entire being and lived it
Before I could ever capture it on paper to
Give to you as a gift of thanks. A thank
You for the uncontrollable laughter,
The tears, the history, the food, the
Drink, the movement, the sweat, and the
Arte that we simply let our souls
Create in a time were many find it hard
To catch a single glimpse of light.
I was saving this poem for you,
And now it is yours forever.
Dino Foxx, born and raised in San Antonio, is a nationally presented actor, singer, dancer, writer, spoken word poet, hip-hop artist, arts educator and activist. He is a founding member of Tragic Bitches (a Queer Xicana/o Performance Poetry Collaborative), a company member with Jump-Start Performance Co., an emcee with the band The Push Pens, and is exploring the world of “bear-lesque” with Stars and Garters Burlesque.
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