I need to go to Africa.
Archive for January, 2007
Patria
Posted in Writing on January 29, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Declaration of Independence
Posted in Lovers, New York City, anarchist babies, longing, lust on January 15, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Why can’t a slide just be a slide anymore? And my eyes why do they have to say “I love you?” Can’t they just look at you because you’re beautiful and I’m mantequilla? I do not want you. But I want to swim in the sound of your voice. I do not want you. But [...]
Cheap Thrills / Mantequilla
Posted in Dance, Salsa, en español on January 12, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Taking a piss when no one is in the house and not flushing. Putting my cell on vibrate and calling myself repeatedly from my home phone. Stealing pencils from the side pockets of my unknowing peers on campus. Farting in a crowded elevator where I’m the only woman. Giving my mock-speech of when I win the [...]
Pa Nueva York / Que Linda mi Harlem
Posted in Harlem, Journal, New York City, Writing on January 8, 2007 | 2 Comments »
New York City is good for a lot of things: walking around aimlessly, pizza, bagels with butter (lightly toasted), meeting interesting people, salsa dancing and live music, wine, record shopping, chasing Puerto Ricans, Dominican Food, 24-hour public transportation, pissing in the streets. But Atlanta is good for a lot of things too: nice ladies smiling [...]
