BIO
Nicole Arocho Hernández is a poet from Puerto Rico. She holds a BA in Writing from Ithaca College and will attend the MFA program at Arizona State University this fall. She was selected for a summer residency with Craigardan. Her poems have appeared in great weather for media and the Vs podcast.
Social media handles:
Twitter: @nicolearocho
Instagram: @nimaarhe
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I have no ocean
I have no ocean.
I have no tongue.
I write with spilled wreckage.
With this wet language
I try to make eye contact
See my pupils in glass cups
“Remember what you’ve lost.”
“Give me
every letter
that built
your dream.”
With the sunset, “you”
watch my freckles
become periods,
my sentences estranged lovers
of a face, or is it a creek, or is it a finger lake
or is it
What do I think about
on rainy days?
I admit I went too fast.
Absorbed the absence.
Abscised my mouth with crisp air.
Took to longinglés.
You are a visitor, standing
on an island rimmed with sky,
framed with blue.
Is it me
who wants to write?
Is it you
who barters for lines?
We are
a Spanglish slut
selling lips for drippings.
Quiero beber de la fuente que regala vocales.
I wanto to drink your lush vocals. Become my fountain.
Allá, donde las lluvias son magras.
Take me where the rains are starving.
Dame tu voz, tu tejido, tus pupilas. Ya me cansé de las mías.
I shall create a voice, a tissue, a pupil so erectile we will never get tired.
Cuando llegue el verano, tomaré de tu agua e inventaré una madre sin noche.
I am a motherfucker of invention; I have no intention of letting them drink my summers.
her darkness / qué delicia
Creó un aullido. Creo en el castillo si yo lo construyo. Credo en el castigo de la marea ea ea e
Let her break rope all by herself. Let me wake in ocean. Is she levitating or being pulled
up up up hands up in the air
In her body you can see a tilted chalice. In her demeanor, a scar. In she, a shore shows
up up up hands up in the air
El falseto se la come viva. El falso compinche se la come, mentira es la farsa q janguea
ea ea e
Burning water touching everything. Water running from the burn, with the burn, burning
up up up hands up in the air
She cast the Spell Of All Spells. She cost a fortune. I spell tremor. You smell terror. Dip
up up up hands up in the air
Será una nota o la otra. Sería lamento o Encanto. Seria respuesta compuesta de jalea.
ea ea e
Magma eyes dripping. Magnify the glory of slipping. Testify inside holes. Wash my wails
up up up hands up in the air
El que viene por ella contempla la vela. La que detesta pena siembra candela. Aquí voy
up up up
llena de perreo / giving no fucks.