Me rodean los besos de mi marido. Están allí cuando me despierto, llego del trabajo, cuando nos reuinimos durante el almuerzo, durante la cena, en la piscina y al acostarnos. No sé cómo viviría sin ellos. Me llenan el corazón y me derriten cada vez más. ¿Cómo es possible poder seguir así?
Monday, November 1, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Ode to my Ghetto Peach
Oh how round you are
Protruding at great lengths behind me
Jeans slide with ease up to the ledge
Unable to move past it without a struggle
You do not belong to a white girl
Oh how I love and hate you at the same time
You’ve been with me since I was young
On tippy toes peering out the window
Too rotund to fit into my dance costumes
Next to waif-thin ballerinas
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump
My lovely lady lump
My Ghetto Peach
How could I get along without you?
I wrote this as a quick-write from a great book called Room to Write
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