She had a dissembling way
about her.
agenda concealed and opaque as nightfall.
her smile
conniving
making me wish i left sooner.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC
when i was four
id stand there in awe
seeing a baby cloud almost floating
from the ceiling
and so id chase it
and swat it when it got in arms reach
so i’d ball up my hands in fists and
unfold to find nothing
but clammy palms and pen marks
every
time
_i was never good at attaining things
that descend from the sky.._
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 6:19 PM UTC
we did red wine face masks and
after she used **** shiseido eye cream without asking
_que rebelde_ i told her
her face started to change
lips started to curl
_no me hablas así
no soy tu amigíta..
Got it?_
si permiso ‘uela..
_at least i tried to bond_
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
clicking his
pen like a
heartbeat
click click
he saw her
flourishing
click click
moving on from their
past toxic relationship
click click
she’s not crippling now that he
stopped talking to her
click click
he kept telling her she’d be fine
if i disappeared
click click
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC
we used to have everything in common
now all we share is the refrigerator
_ice cold baby
ice cold_
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 7:50 AM UTC
i dig my nails under rocks to
hide away my time capsule
soon to dig it up again like an issue with a significant other that you choose to postpone until the worst time.
i put in a ring
a letter
and a picture of me.
i put it in a small cardboard box
right next to the eggshell my mom planted so
all that would be left is
the ring as time goes on
hopefully.
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 7:09 AM UTC
yes
spanish mothers will always love their sons
not knowing the havoc they wreak
toward freshmen girls senses
harassing them
holding them
making them feel like
maybe it’s
_supposed_ to feel like this..
supposed to be this way..
spanish mothers
will have a *** of arroz ready all the time for her growing boy
with a cold Malta w crushed ice at the ready.
spanish mothers
don’t believe the teachers at the conferences
about the talking and the disruptions in the class
_mi niño nunca habla durante de la clase_
she’s sure of it.
the teachers baffled thinking that if they told a parent
things would change.
nowhere to turn.
their sons won’t be stopped.
dun dun duuuuuuun
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 7:08 AM UTC
I was depressed when I stepped into the
L train
what was more visible though was my
anxiety from being a
bus-girl and not avidly riding
dingy. rat-infested. pee-reeking. hobo-filled.
trains.
I sat right next to the most evil looking
character from a beloved Disney movie.
He asked me how my morning was going
as he held his coffee in his left hand and
a cigarette in the right.
breath reeking of sadness greater than mine.
_such a New Yorker thing_.
I told him about my friend moving away and how I was so sad I made my mom cry
And then he told me about how he was sad when his friend decided not to share a cardboard box with him..and I kinda just nodded
hoping he wasn’t serious.
train people are interesting so
in order for Joey- yes his name was Joey- to stop talking to me
I started to write about all the
sweetbitter things about the train
and if Joey just wanted to feel like he was relatable again..
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 7:08 AM UTC