The Mirror

Venice BeachThree in the afternoonA boy with sand on his feetSaid something I didn't know how to hear

He didn't know my rateHe didn't know my accountHe didn't know the language I post inOr the one I cry inHe looked at meThe way nobody had looked at me in yearsThe way nobody pays forAnd he saidYou have incredible eyes

Just thatNot mamacitaNot investmentNot good girlNot good priceJust — incredible eyes

And for a second in the mirror behind himI saw herThe woman with the incredible eyesLooking back at meLike she'd been waitingAll these yearsFor someone to call her by her real name

He asked me to come surf the next morningHe said: bring nothingJust yourselfAnd I didn't know what to bringBecause I don't know what "myself" packsI left at Six AM before he woke upTook an Uber to LAXPosted a sunrise from the planeCaption: new chapterGot eight hundred likes before landing

El de Venice Beach no me dijo nada raroNo me dio nadaNo me pidió nadaY por eso me fuiPorque cuando alguien no quiere nadano sé qué hacer con mis manos

The woman with the incredible eyesLives somewhere in CaliforniaIn a mirror behind a boy with sand on his feetWho never knew her nameWho never askedAnd sometimes at Three AMIn a city that isn't hisI close my eyesAnd try to see herThe way he saw her

Incredible eyesIncredible eyesShe's still thereSomewhereWaiting