a piece of paraíso

(written about a poet in residence stay at The Betsy Hotel.)

south beach is
the sudden sweat
that soaks up
your energy,
the sex stores
sitting next
to the sandwich shop.
the bright bikini bodegas
holding hands
with bougie art museums,
the over-priced cocktails
mixed with
cheap conversation,
the poetry project
that protects you
from the rain,
the writer and the queen
walking past
too many princesses,
the downpour of promise,
temporary rain
and expectation,
floods of entertainment.
the place
where i am a minority –
not because of my skin color –
but because i don’t know
how to talk to an uber driver
in spanish.

miami is now
a comfortable corner of my experience,
an evolving poetic