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Fluorescent Pink Mosquito Net

Listening to the rhythmic pounding of water against corrugated metal overhead,
she lay barely clothed, swaddled in hot, sticky, tropical air.
As a breeze ruffled the fluorescent pink mosquito net cocoon,
she wondered- what if?

They could hide from monsoon rains together, bodies interwoven, until they melted into the sheets.
A warm thick breeze carries their daughter's laughter as she splashes through the warm downpour.

Embraced by a tropical night, the tinkling of rain makes me wonder, what if I never left?

The sliver of light widened as he entered
A cold draft followed by a gentle thump and a warm body
Half asleep, she laced her limbs with his
she drifted off to a gently thumping lullaby
enveloped in the armor of his arms

The Heart

it starts in the SA node
electrical impulses travel through purkinje fibers
causing muscles to contract and valves to shut

I know how it works I know why it works
but I can't explain how
it makes me feel to be wrapped up in your arms
hearing that familiar sound

I cant't explain why P wave, QRS wave and T wave
make me feel this way about you

I can't explain the gentle tug as you leave
why it hurts to miss you
why my chest swells when you're here

anhelo de mi país

It's funny how I get homesick for a place I didn't live very long from a place I've lived for years. Tonight I found myself skyping with a few of my favorite friends then overcome by my desire for Lomo Saltado. Listening to Salsa surrounded by the distinct aroma of Lomo screaming across the kitchen to a friend on skype in Spanish, for a few moments it felt like home.

After our discussion in English class today I was more aware of how I behave in one language versus another. In Spanish I'm more emotive; I gesture more, I laugh louder and I use more explicatives. Words satisfyingly roll off my tongue. I think in my second language I have to be more intentional about what I say and take more notice of euphemisms than in English. Spanish sounds prettier than English.
Spanish is a good language for falling in love...

Cooking Playlist:
Mas - Nelly Furtado
Que Tengo Hacer - Omega
25 Horas Al Dia- Juan Luis Guerra
En Un Solo Dia- Wason Brazoban
Cuando Me Enamoro- Enrique Inglesias
Guapa- Diego Torres
Te Amo - Makano
Tu No Eres Para Me- Fanny Lu
Todo Mi Corazon- DLG
Yo No Se Manana - Luis Enrique

"Y tengo tanto que aprender
en este camino insierto
las hojas del árbol caen
tu amor me guía siempre.

En este cielo
contigo estoy
siento que vuelo
contigo estoy."
- Soledad, El Tiempo Pasa

sometimes we get lucky.

we were each other's bridges

I needed you to make me feel safe again
you needed someone to make you feel less alone

I needed someone to tell my story to
you needed someone to understand

I needed hope
you needed faith

I needed someone who wasn't afraid
you needed to remember being cared for

we couldn't have a happily ever after together,
but because of each other,
we might just get that happy ending with someone else

I didn't love you but you changed me,
thank you for breaking my silence

this girl

somewhere along the way I became this girl
I don't recognize her

she's not like the old one,
people tell her secrets
seek her advice and hope she'll reassure them

she's not afraid of much anymore
after everything she's been through
there's not much left to scare her anymore

this girl gets angry more easily
but she's a better listener
she doesn't know if anything will feel the same again

she's alone
she's broken
but her fractures have begun to heal
into something stronger than she ever could have been before

Little did I know that in my Mom's struggle with cancer, I too became an expert. Recently, an adult I very much admire's brother was diagnosed with lymphoma. Before she even had to say a word I recognized the look on her face. Scared shit-less and trying to pretend everything will be ok. We sat down to talk and she asked my advice.

I wish you were physic
and could read my mind
tell me what I need to hear
because I can't tell you
you care too much

I love you

the day I became an adult, was the day I told my mother goodbye

even though we complain, secretly, I like wasting time with you

light danced across faces,
pausing on noses and cheeks,
reflecting of the tracks of salty tears.
emotion hung heavy in the stagnant air.
the sweet smell of smoke permeated the room.
tired hands linked us together,
in a bittersweet begining.

I wish you would call, I finally feel ready to share

that night we were invincible

"He"- that's Simon Bolivar - "was shaken by the overwhelming revelation that the headlong race between his misfortunes and his dreams was at that moment reaching the finish line. The rest was darkness. Damn it, he sighed. 'How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!"

So what's the labyrinth?' I asked her...

That's the mystery, isn't it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape- the world or the end of it?

— John Green (Looking for Alaska)

one teenage girl

You were a girl in small town America,
who dreamed of being a dancer.
But, would we have been friends?

You knew how to shoot a gun,
and were Miss Priest River.
But, were you nice to the weird kids?

You were smart,
always got good grades.
But, did you sneak out with friends?

I know so much about you,
but do I really know you at all?

The Ghost of Dishes Past

After dinner we'd wash the dishes,
you would wash and I'd dry.
you took off your rings and watch,
putting them on the right side of the sink, in every house.
you submersed your hands in the hot, soapy water
scrubbing the dried remains of dinner from the cookware.
Steam fogged up the window pane,
insulating us from the dark outside.
When I was little, we'd joke and laugh,
you'd flick foam in my face.
We'd blow bubbles with the lemon scented soap.
"Joy", now it seems ironic.

One day the laughter stopped.
You washed dishes in silence,
gazing out the window.
into the dark sillouettes of pine trees.
I knew something was wrong.

now,
I wash the dishes alone.
I can still hear the faint echo of frivolity,
almost see your vibrant smile.
You're an ocean away,
that youthful playfullness has vanished.
I still love you.

Strawberries

the sweet, tart taste of summer
red juice dripping down my chin
tiny seeds tickling my throat
a little too round, a little too perfect
not quite ripe enough

it's ok little friend,
you were grown in Mexico.
when it's time to be ripe here
you'll be imperfect
a little too mushy, a little too ugly
juicier and more delicious

and warmed with the bright light of summer

hermanita

ten éxito en tus trabajos
ten suerte en el amor
encontra la felicidad la vida

siempre quiería una hermana
la recibí

siempre está en mi corazón
te amo!

Miles to where you are:

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