What makes you feel like Friday night?
It doesn’t
Feel like friday night
All of those shivering days
Days of slow-walking
Hellos and goodbyes
How far are those heavy rags
Cold showers
And breakfasts
(Broke fast)
Differ from a night
Small sweet cake
Stuck between two concretes
Everyone looks at it
Everyone steps on it
All day when at night
Stars will blur out
And the wind from Atlantic
Bring all the smells and the tastes back
To its color and sweetness
That was taken by hate
Brown eyes
Looking straight through it
Frowning straight through it
Waiting for this day
Or night
Friday night
When the Atlantic will
Take with no fright
All the observed
And keep emptiness in it
That emptiness that will
Be celebrated
On that Friday night
With this bitter taste
Of the unfinished fight
April 2, 2021