Monday, July 22, 2013

Entonces quiero que me llames enamorado

Entonces quiero que me llames enamorado 
Tierno, suave, también puedes decirme cariño, ángel 
Mejor llamáme deseo, papito, chongo, caballo, hipogrifo y delirante 
Llamáme loco, fresco, tímido, discreto, atento y caballero 
Llamáme primero 
Porque no probás con anunciarte 
Llamáme a gritos con calentura 
Diciéndome sexy en egipcio 
Llamáme amigo, común, elegido, regalo 
Llamáme para inventar caprichos 
Llamáme con nombres falsos

Friday, July 19, 2013

Do I wanna know?

I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week
How many secrets can you keep?
'Cause there's this song I've found that makes me think of you somehow
And I play it on repeat til I fall asleep

Saturday, July 13, 2013

I am very upset right now

I had two black students this year named Trayvon (albeit with different spellings). Will they end up like Martin? Will someone see them in a hoodie and assume they are up to no good? Will a lawyer be able to convince a jury that they deserved to die and therefore their murderer gets to walk free in "self-defense"? Or will a lifetime of discrimination and oppression play out in less violent but no less devastating ways?

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Sleepless in Oakland

It's only 11 pm and I wanted to go to bed an hour ago, but my body just wouldn't let me. That's what I get for staying up late and drinking too much last night. I think I always say this, but long island iced tea: NEVER AGAIN.

Friday, July 5, 2013

Parallel universe

My favorite thing about New York was when two subway trains would run parallel underground and you could see into the other train. The speed gives the metal between the windows the fell of an old-time film, where the slides aren't fast enough and your brain can process the skips. It's like looking into another world: another car full of people, some reading, some talking, some with headphones, all going to the same place as you but on a track in another universe. Like a film projected on the tunnel walls to fill the tedious gaps in between stops. Lives running parallel to ours but never touching. I could see people talking, gesticulating wildly and could practical hear them. I wonder if anyone in the parallel universe looked over at me and thought the same thing.