I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.”

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

Seems deep, right? Let me say it again with an additional detail:

The other night, I dreamt I was being chased by an invisible person wearing a top hat.

That’s right, a top hat. I knew an invisible person was chasing me because every time I turned around, a floating top hat would be behind me anywhere and everywhere I went. Now, let me apply some logic to the story:

The other night, I dreamt I was being chased by an invisible person who was naked except for a top hat.

… Clearly.

I constantly have nightmares in which I’m being chased, and I always wake up with the same feeling of anxiety. This nightmare was no different.

But, I thought it over in my head hours later. A nightmare? No, I realized, my subconscious had just made fun of my nightmares. And, my subconscious is naked and wears a top hat?

Anyway, I’ve been hunting (online) for shops in NYC that sell nice fabric, and I found Sew Moni. I dug their stuff, and at the last second noticed the header of their website.

And then I got REALLY EXCITED and investigated further by visiting “About Us“:

“SEW Moni is a family owned sewing and crafts company originally based out of Corpus Christi, Texas, Brooklyn and Queens, New York. It all began with tote bags and aprons designed by mother and daughter duo of the Briones family and inspired by their love of sewing. Since then, the company has grown to encompass not only sewn goods but fabric, sewing and craft supplies, sewing education courses, original sewing patterns, vintage items, and more.”

I LOVE THIS PLACE. Corpitos, I love you.

Check it out at turtlecabin.com. Some screenshots below. Oh, and if you ever wanna rent the place, please do.

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