My rebuttal to El Gran Varón (Lyrical translation below) Dear Simón I wish your story had ended differently. Another name on the quilt sown. If you were my dearest daughter, you would have never been alone. Once the pride of Don Andrés, until he saw you in a skirt. Guess he wasn’t […]
I’ve seen many like her in this library, lonely, searching for the right book. Her fingertips teased many titles before, getting closer, my table of contents shook. Delighted by my Dewey’s decimal, she grabbed me off these crowded shelves. The other books cried out in agony because they couldn’t compel themselves. Her eyes glanced at
Since Monday, I’ve seen you every day on the train, five days consecutively. You’re da best part of my breakfast, a second helping I want desperately. Because of you, this weekly MetroCard is good money well spent. Captivating me with your style, but your textbooks say intelligent. Tuesday, I loved the pinks snow boots that
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On top of my game, I walked away from her like the great Air Jordan. Secretly she wears my logo on her chest, like the Admiral’s polished cordons. He holds on tight with both hands, afraid that she might double dribble. Cause she still sees my X’s & not his O’s through all the chalkboard
