i love my period. i do. the baggy pants. the ice cream. lemon bars. chicken pot pie and chicharron. the depressing thoughts immediately erased by a shiny reflection of the sun. the sad songs and the tears. the uncontrollable laughter when i see my self in the mirror.then the disgust at my unbrushed hair. the faces i start to make. then the food all over again. the face on my daughter as she stares at me fall and rise in a matter of seconds. i love it. i do.
how can i explain, i need you here and not here too.
nena linda! me haces falta
the feeling is mutual.
my mind is finally quiet.