A six-year-old me played a game of “stay awake” against the car window while Mom drove me and my sister to school every morning. On Wednesdays, the West Farms train staircase looked like the stairs to reach a roller coaster....
When you say I’m too loud, I carry the boombox of a Bronx summer block party higher on my back. I’m in love with the loud of my voice, I treat you well with my truth. The macaw and I...
Amanezco en este futuro sin ti— ——————————algo raro, grave. Me acuerdo de tus manos todas jorobadas por el artritis y como siempre me despertabas así con una rascadita en los pies y un tierno “Gooood mooorning!” Dicen que pasa el...