You are fighting me...

Hola mi gente,

Today, I will looking at some rooms/ apartments and then I hope to enjoy this magnificent weather. Tomorrow marks the unofficial start of my summer with the annual Loisaida Festival in the Lower East Side. If you’re there, look for me at the impromptu rumba that takes place every year in front of that Puerto Rican institution, Casa Adela. The original J-Lo, Iris Chacon, will be the host of the festival and Johnny “Boogaloo Blues” Colon will supply the sounds.  If you see me, come shake my hand, or kiss me. LOL!

Today, I am dusting off a very old poem of mine…

Nows [no. 2]

You're fighting me I find,

and you will fight me all the way

to that painful

instant of surrender

we can both already sense.

You will fight

my text messages

my emails

my presents

and my midnight calls.

You will fight

the endless affections of my tongue

and I will ignore

your enormous eyes

and your unbearable smile.

I can buy you

jewelry,

airplane tickets,

roses,

dinners in San Juan,

and clothes you must learn to

love yourself to wear

and still you will fight me.

Because I have taken away

your practiced old

game of giving,

and made of you

an honest trader again.

* * *

My name is Eddie and I’m in recovery from civilization…