La Pura Neta

It's not la hueva that kicks in that makes me feel heavy--                                  from my forehead                                  to my belly button blood is thicker than water and though my heart yearns for you my stomach churns ¿porque no vienes a visitar me? I'm never able to tell you: because I don't want to stay there long because when I go I feel like I have to stay there forever and all I've ever wanted to do is leave I tell you to come with me why don't you leave your home behind come and use that money, and buy a place close to me, come to me but you won't come you say your house is worth more then what the brokers want to pay you say you don't want a condominium you will feel boxed in you love your garden and your flowers and the roses and the mamey canopy and your lapiz lazuli stair rails and your black iron gate and your dried grapevines and I love them too and I love you pero duele duele ir a visita

I almost hit a school girl while turning east her jean-clad legs and hi-top  tenis  continued forward in their determined, relaxed, pace We saw each other through my car door window--                                                                  the air blew her dark brown hair into a swirl                                                                  her chest, she held high                                                                  her hands rested in her navy jacket pockets I remember stepping into a pair yellow thin lines in the middle of 79th street, just west of Pulaski Road. The car-pierced air threatened to push me into the car lane the air pushed me forward but then jerked me back but i loved it i loved it.