Two years have passed and my anger towards the Universe has not ended or lessened. Here I am caught up in my Frankenstein fantasies that somehow there’s a way to bring you back, to revive you. I miss your laugh the most, that major mischievous smile sprawled across your face, that could convince most in
Tag: Memories
Flying at 32,000 feet in the air and I find myself having a difficult time. Not because I feel as I have been thrown like a paper airplane through the air. No. It is because my brown body carries with it inherent memories of conquest and colonization. The trigger? The majestic sight of Popocatepetl and
