Dear Buwaya baby, Even a land can be jealous. Even a volcano can get sick of its own disruptions. It’s easy to find the fault lines. Pointed blame is just that. I’d never blame you, buwaya. The land rips open so that the ocean fish can get slick along the fissure. That atlas moth was employed to cover it up — a scapegoat with wings...
Read MoreThere’s a man in my neighborhood who comes to the park with his 5-year-old pet turtle named Herbert. He said I could touch Herbert and so I did. I touched his shell, rubbed it, and Herbert took his neck out of the neck shield and looked around and stretched before taking small steps. “He loves it,” said the man.
Falling in love with Herbert was instantaneous. Not slow. Steady? We shell see.
Read MoreHave you ever thought about going into business for yourself, the doctor asks while a gloved hand is inside me. She presses my uterus up left up center up right.
Her head pops up between my legs and I meet her eyes. Just a thought, she continues.
It’s been over twenty years now and with each passing year, the beginning of the story changes. New smells, sounds, and breezes emerge. Others get lost. Voices change and sunny days become cloudy. I had forgotten that one afternoon, when he met me at school and we walked to the zócalo, getting caught in a torrential summer downpour that soaked us to our underwear. My pale blue skirt, transparent and clinging to my thighs. How could I have forgotten that day?
Read Morehormones fade to zero, a single line, to “no.”
Psychologically, “yes” was the lighthouse
and “maybe” was the wreckage.
Read MoreI woke up, expecting Lucas to be at Mass, but instead he was just sitting on the edge of his bed in his formal outfit, his black patent leather shoes untied. He was holding my phone and staring at the ground. “I thought you might want this,” he said, handing the phone to me without moving his eyes…
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