So long, amor

El abrazo, Egon Schiele

Después de leer y enamorarme de Sandra Cisneros

You will grow tired of fucking me

And I will grow tired of your fuck

You’ll start hating my radical ways

My feminism, my friends, my waist

I’ll start hating your intellectual

I-know-better, pinche macho face

Your drinking, your friends, your pace

This is what happens when you live

Like we were taught to love

Así con mucha pasión, pero sin sesos

Con posesión y muchos celos

Y eso es todo, menos amor.

“Me pica tu barba”, te digo

And you laugh and scratch some more

I pretend to hear you until you snore

“Me pica su barba”, me digo

I don’t laugh, just wait… and morning comes

You’ll grow tired of fucking me

It has happened before

I’ll grow tired of your fuck

Te juro que ya me pasó

You say you like me “libre, linda y loca”

I say, I don’t care, “jódete, cabrón”

To hell with beauty standards,

My freedom is not yours

Pero sí, sí es cierto

Loca sí que estoy.